Sixth Night

Your Own Path

              —for my son david 

it is said that we all are born with a destiny, but the way we live our life and the decisions we make, the roads we follow, and the crosswalks we take alter that path 

so what was your destiny 

I thought archeologist when at the age of three you fell in love with dinosaurs, knew their names and particular quirks— that was a stage 

in time i thought you might be a theatre critic or a journalist or a sports columnist

so when you turned to art I didn’t see the signs, but you fell in love with the visual way of viewing the world, the colors and shapes artists use to depict our world

and to think that in first grade you didn’t want to paint the turkey feathers a different color