john david walt

original poems

What’s in a nickname?

It happens somewhere between

that ninth and tenth month;

hardly takes a year

if its gonna happen at all.

A rite of belonging past the

informalities of friendship

into the kind of intimacy between

a kid and the walking stick he’s whittling on;

still plenty of coarseness to go around,

but there’s that smooth place, the handle,

exposed like velveteen,

stripped back to the place where the stick

first became wood.

That’s when it happens.

You get named beyond bloodline

deeper than water baptism

into the rarified realm of being owned yet not possessed

named in a way initiating you

into a lineage of Spirit

where deep touches deep

in the shallows of a word.

I think that’s what Sam

was getting at when he asked me,

“Is Jesus God’s nickname?”

jd walt. christmas 2011

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