Thursday, June 11, 2009

Graduating Textures

You were a child once
playing with your hands
in the classroom,
tormenting teachers
who thought you should
be focused
on more serious subjects.

You were a teenager not long ago
seeking some wild place
and identity to call your own
while you bent words and rules
and turned your sail
toward bursting colors
of curious exploration.

Now a young man
with graduating textures,
you work your vision
of art and life
through the craft that calls
beyond this dazzling threshold
to the self you will become.


  1. Watching them grow from youth to adult is a fascinating thing.

  2. Anon--- this is lovely; it is no small thing to love from a place of vulnerability. CGC-- wherever you are... know that you are loved.