new year reflection two
(with thanks to Sam, and June)
i wasn’t in a very good mood:
thinking about family, thinking about
all the work that didn’t get done, and
the ridiculous pile of wrapping paper.
then you laid your head on my lap
curls jumping in all directions.
you wanted me to look at your sketchbook.
i was not prepared
for your insistence
that i look:
i didn’t, mostly.
but tonight those
teals and pinks
are rioting my mind.
you are eleven.
all the possibilities are out there.
you open their wire bound spine
and hand them to me.
i am officially over forty.
all the possibilities
are out there.
orange and sienna and shocking green.
something taking shape.
i will dream loudly
and in color.