Heaven's ponds

 My father's will
thank you father for this creativity with words
these worlds I curate in the swarm of living
the gift you have bestowed me

lifts me
encourages me
immortalizes me
Hubris and grandeza aside

All powerful
witness to the humble movements
of the poet at play
smooth and eager to impress

My father's will
Thank you father for the incredible experience
this life has been
and will be

The tilt of the pen in my hand
the ideas as bullets through the mind
whizzing into the page
with a keeness to live there

See me stumble
was that not the grand victory
toward what is greater than me
A piece of me left behind

My father's will
to nurture he said
those living things in your surrounding
Everything grows

In the ponds of heaven
where thousands of tiny spawn
strive through the algae murky waters
to evolve