In the Hours
– for Wesley Edward
In the hours before you were born
I was underground, riding the subway
and trying to learn how this universe
that you are now a part of
like the planets
and the willow trees
and me
and her
and him
began
which is not an easy thing to do.
Beginnings are always the hardest.
This universe began
almost without reason or possibility.
At first there was nothing
and then there was something.
A something that grew to be filled with fireflies
and creaking steps
and the sea, which still waits to greet you.
A something that grew
the way you will grow to be filled with stories
to hear and tell and remember.
Stories that will save you one day
when you will hold in your open hands
all the hope you can carry.
The universe starts like a story
At first there was nothing,
and then there was something.
A something with sisters
and tin cans and secrets whispered
between the cracks in the doors.
A language that can change you.
We are only made of words and wishes
bound tight in courage.
A something with courage, yes
to dance and to tumble
to rule like a summer king
to fight and to fly
in the days that will come.
A something we didn’t know
we needed until just
now.
This is your story, Wes.
And this is how it begins.