In gestation, our future grotto emerges
and calls out for attention.
I answer, cooing back with quiet plans
of contemplation and cocktail party invites.
The groundwork laid, poles set, and
imaginations inspired. I see a labyrinth of props and agendas, a
skeleton of possibilities.
I watch the unfolding like the faithful
audience at a continuous theatre of improvisation.
Clean-shaven, including a missing
mustache for the summer, Kevin with the blueprints only in his head
allows his creative strategies and arrangements to link themselves
together.
I follow promising patterns and delight
in the unexpected.
I know Kevin stands, stares and
calculates but I wonder at night does he dream of positioning
hypothetical boards and structures; building castles in the air
before committing them to lumber?
~Cheryl
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