Tattoo
My daughter, that’s tried knitting
None of them she mastered
Can choose her tattoos in an afternoon
Confident she will love it
Love it now and tomorrow.
The solstice is next weekend
At least that’s what I’ve heard
Solstice is a scary thing
With only a legacy left behind
The last western expert on magnesium
A renaissance of technology and know-how
An America that says “Not in my backyard”
With people and firepower
On essential technology, we are too noble to do.
My legacy could be writing
Novels, poems, flooding my mind
Until I lay sleepless in bed
Words, stories, flooding from my past
My travels, lovers, and dreams
Connections I’ve made along the way
All fodder for a novel if enhanced
With what might have been.
Like the tattoo I never had.