Blazin'

A poem for my son Jake on his birthday.

dream

you have always

birthday boy:

the inside of your head

ali baba’s cave,

heaped riches of your most specific imagination

pirates and batman always on adventure action vacation!

you swashbuckled chicken nuggets

mac and cheese

until we put our feet down

(parents after all) yet

slipsliding

you found your way

free

around the stop

no

charisma was just a concept

until it became you, on fire;

flame to millennial moths

not cult but combustible.

jake

thank you

for you, yourself;

for catching us up in

your charmed life

(more intentional than you let on, sunshine)

you are the wave

and the sweet wild ride.