OVER THE HILL

(with & for Alex)

You drove us down CA 17 & over the hill to Santa Cruz
to walk the pier at sunset to watch
big, brown baggy sea-lions barking underneath it
after we’d stuffed ourselves
at our fave Chinese (Ocean City) buffet,
in our private annual tradition.

On the way back, as you drove The Hill,
I told you that I’ve finally realized the best thing
I’ve ever (co-) created (even as a poet) is: You.

(We should all tell our children this truth.)

Just as I would, you replied:
"You have more poems to write."
True, Alex, but no more sons to have co-made
& marvel at as I do you.

You are my beautiful, blond Apollonian look-alike heir;
my do-alike heir’s your sister, dark Maya, my equally
sexy brunette Dionysian daughter.

Each of us has more to say, sing, prove.

(13 JAN 09, Santa Clara CA ) v7