Second Semester
Dropping you off today in Bloomington,
I knew you had found the confidence of home,
which is to say the confidence not of place,
but of yourself in space.
The limestone buildings echo
who you are here, your casual
certainty of forward motion,
your readiness to press Start.
Who wouldn't delight in you?
The first shoot of spring,
a force that stretches out, colorful,
with immeasurable potential.
What father would not wonder at
a daughter bold like limestone,
and what father would not be jealous
of the opportunity to run with joyous strides
down unimaginable paths?
Aging, I have come to learn,
is the unsteady practice of celebrating loss.
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