Oh Kevin, Kevin, Kevin…

'Twas canyons and mountains and forests and oceans, when young on the road with my family.

A found comfort—wordplay—amidst all the movement, did quiet the wondrous rambling.

Then strangely, to Econ at so-shiny Stanford; then propelled to Peace Corps on the island of Timor; then found myself moving my way more towards me... towards that spirit of play, untarnished and free.

And I met me a stylish designer o'er coffee, showed him my poems and sang my enlightenings, and started freelancing and learning the ropes. Now full-time and grateful, and maybe a trope: as creative, collaborative, communal, contributing to something each day both grounding and riveting.

And learning and yearning to grow and meet more…

In this time more like water,

now that work is no chore.