Your picture
I saw it yesterday
hair the color of autumn wheat hanging to your waist
the set of your mouth
determined as a shy youth at a spelling bee
child with a million words
no fears
except of what lies ahead
This morning I awakened
knowing these things
you at your best
incarnation as artist writer poet
glued to the world as entrepreneur
film maker
presenter of others best efforts
Unaffected by shiny things
not thinking of beach houses
inheritance
quickest and easiest ways to produce cash
But thriving in all circumstances
love as your touchstone
no tears
arms embracing as the oak tree
culture woven ideas lofty as redwoods
this is the you who becomes love of life
spread like butter
across the worlds of those who
intersect with yours
