First Poem for Scottie

Welcome to the mess, wee rogue wizard.  

We’ve been waiting for you, and not just

because you might help the polar bears, 

in a little while.  I’m guessing you’ll love

penguins, cuttlefish, and urchins, too,

not just because your Mama and I do, but

since you’re likely Piscean, in more ways

than one (I’m guessing).  Hey, it’s not 

just a mess.  You’re here, after all.  

There are these big trees, and over

there, to your left, the ravens are 

lining up on that mountain, which 

different people can access, in their 

own ways—we can hope.  Maybe 

you’ll design green machines, later,

to engage those folks who want to fly.  

You don’t have to plan stuff, just yet.  

Enjoy your first moments, not just 

because it’s today, but every day.  

Rest, knowing your Mama, 

who is one fierce duck, as kind 

as a sloth, and as smart as the 

wolves next door (who get a bad

rap, but deserve better) is watching.