Turned 30

Couldn’t be luckier -S

Birthday 2019

Adulthood, round 2. 

There are so many things

you could be and do -

so many you have done and been.

I can see you a famous writer,

or a well-known picture-taker,

or another path - but always fighter.

Courageous, honest, smile-maker.

Wherever you take me, I will go.

Wherever you work, I will assist.

You are brilliant and brave, you know.

(And impossible to resist).

Be it Spain or outer space,

a new home, new state, new child,

whether we replace inventions

or reinvent our place,

I will be with you 

and it will be worthwhile 

while wild.

-E

That time it started snowing during Kyle's Birthday Party!

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My dad turns 60.

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In the strange process of selecting a person

to symbolize the past, present or future,

there are two things to consider:

who has more?

And who is in each?

 

Wesley is in your past and mine,

but has more future than us both.

Your age is in his future and mine,

but you have more history than us both.

Are you Future or Past?

 

There is a symmetry to the question:

you are the base or the peak of the pyramid,

depending on the flip.

You are First of us three,

or you are Last.

 

You are the Still

before my Steady,

his Spry.

Among our Crawl, Walk, Run,

you are the Fast.

 

There is symmetry to the equation:

zero to thirty to sixty.

Three equidistant generations

of men, perhaps some meaning

in the math.

 

But whatever the Future,

whatever the Past,

I’m grateful in the Present

that you’re here,

in wisdom, conversation,

feeling and thought.

Six Years

This little girl turned six today. It was once the keen desire to have pictures of her little face that moved me to learn more about how to take a good photo. So, it’s quite magical whenever I take a photo that I love that she is in. I look at it and treasure the way a person can inspire so much without saying a word. You inspire me, Abigail, just by being you. You always will.

(✎S 📷S)

From Belize

Photo by Taylor Sporleder

Photo by Taylor Sporleder

The ocean between us has me remembering the first time I was out of the country on your birthday, also the Caribbean. You sent me away with poetry.

But I’m more excited to see what the closing lines of your 20’s will be like. You’ve always been good at ending a poem that seemed to be saying so many things, with a line that conveys it was really only about one very important thing. Maybe 29 isn’t normally the most memorable year for people, but I know you. I know your philosophy on finales. I know that you would say the beginning is only good if the ending is tac-sharp, intended, and arresting. And it’s not because you’ve planned it. You’ll feel your way there. You’ll stumble on it as you’re walking on no discernible path and listening to the twigs and leaves crunch under your feet. And hopefully I’m getting better at being less terrified of that. This decade has proven that the best endings always seem to find their way into your poetry. 

So here’s to the long walk that led you up to this year, and to the last stanza of your twenties that will find you in the year to come. 
Happy Birthday from Belize, Evan