three cities, two on-boardings, my first notice to quit,
short and long hair, still no tattoos,
an education summit and another keynote,
the longest summer ever,
and still the same man.
26 was a good one, a very good one.
it was innocent and decent,
it was thoughtful and mature,
it was active and anticipatory
and so obviously blessed.
It was a time of showing up and
taking care of things.
so for whatever lays ahead,
may it not end at Forever 27.
may it resemble that lion
resting in the shade
under the sun’s merciless zenith
alert to strategize, pounce at the right time and protect,
and then run those endless miles
with fur glowing
like blazing flames.