Michael goes back to the University this week... This year he’s a man going back ... second year ... last year it was still easy to think of him as a boy going off to school. Something happened.

Some place in time has been crossed
like a specific point in the journey from Earth
to Jupiter or maybe Ganymede
where there’s no turning back
but in spite of the border crossed
His parents are very proud.

a side trip to Callisto maybe.

Have you ever noticed how sometimes when you’re talking about someone you love prose won’t do the job any more so suddenly there’s a language change that takes place in some largely unexplored part of the brain and everything switches to poetry especially when the the last words he said were “Grandpa, Thanks,” and earlier, “Grandpa, you got to come up to see me this year. I have a place.”