Sunny Boy

Follow the sun

my baby boy.

Go ahead. Move from East

to West. And back again.

Lust for wonder.

 

Send your roots down deep

Get that black soil in your hands --

Squish it, play with it like play-doh.

Take from it what you need

Give back what you don't.

 

They say someday

inevitably

we all stop

the heliotrop.

 

That's ok. It's good.

Wandering and wondering

Is always an act of imagination

Anyway.

 

In the meantime

play with the dirt. Go read

"Sunflower Sutra." Go listen to

the Beatles. (This last

I know, will rankle you.)

Turn your toothy grin

to the warmth.