From Here To When?

Where to from here?
From there ‘n then
I’ve written
t’where I sit;
to when I am.
I am
a father
to a nearly one year old…
He is
He is
He is real poetry,
in words ‘n punctuation
that transcend transcription;
that defy
all ink-blue blots ‘cross paper!

So t’where; to when?
I’ve written
oh so many written words
so scarcely read
but read so scarcely
nonetheless
‘n nonetheless
I carry on
toward a decade
of this writing;
of this art…

Unblank this next papyrus;
love this child.