Who are you?
I know
who you used to be,
and where you
seemed to be heading, but
now I don’t know.
All the reasons
that we changed
are still there,
and the reasons
why you’re unchanging
are there also.
Our static situation
unfolds kinetically
through time,
wisdom forging
our adult eyes
behind wrinkling lids.
You have so much
talent, more than most,
but not as much
as you think.
I still bloom
at your smile.
4/30/08