Y O U W E R E B O R N L O N G A F T E R Y O U R N A M E W A S K N O W N
You were born long after your name was known
and you were known long before
your eyes took their first voyage
over the rocks and seas of earth
that brought you to this moment
that brought you to me.
You see, you were born
with ironwood eyes in a field of Joshua trees
and somewhere between the dissonance of
perfection and beauty,
you took your first breath
paying homage in eloquence to the fervency
your life would soon bring.
And, my dear, within the rhythm
of your first steps I heard
the ancient songs of the mountains -
its bridges made distinct by the
way you danced in its caverns,
by the way you hummed with the winds
and by the oncoming storm
during which you had the audacity
Yes, my dear, you were born
under a magnificent blue sky
when time was dancing and
song was made new by the unfolding of a future
in which there would be you.
And if I could make known one iridescent truth
it would be that through poems unwritten,
the wind carried me to you.
You were born long after your name was known,
and yes, my dear, you were born.
And everything was awesome.