My brother Tom says he’s a hundredaire
with two hundred fifty dollars
in his bank account.
Dad’s a thousandaire.
I gave baby Julia two pennies
so now she’s a pennyaire.
When I look at Julia
her little bald head
reminds me of the planet Earth.
I put that in my writer’s notebook
to maybe write a poem later on;
it feels like money in the bank.
Unhurried. Finding the magic in the middle of living. Capturing a life of ridiculous grace + raw stories.