To you I do bequeath

barren wasteland

For you my beautiful daughter

This barren estate I bequeath to you

Vast, desecrated land without any water

And as for food, this specially enhanced  pill  will do.

I’ve left my jewelry box with my pair of gold rings

I’m not sure if they will have much worth

In the new and priceless internet of things,

But no gold will you find again buried in the earth.

I’ve built a cooling fridge in your favorite spot.

At this stage I can’t be totally sure

But you may need to hide in it when it gets too hot,

And you’ll need my full armor to fight the climate war.

But most precious of all, I leave my Mac

And hope that you’ll discover a problem solving App

You might even be able to bring me back

So that I can help you clear up all my crap.

Finding the wildness in you

When the wildness in me found

the wildness in you, we burned

like smokeless fire,

licking and lapping, leaping, and bounding

Wildly free.

Our wings opened up and we flew,

to the sky, soaring and tumbling, we knew,

that the unexpected would become the familiar

and all our fears and concerns would be lost.

As we floated

on barges of feathery clouds.

As we rose to greater heights,

our spirits still roaming free,

we knew that we’d get too close to the sun

and our Daedalus wings would finally melt.

We agreed that we’d take the fall.

Such exhilaration

Was worth paying the ultimate price.

So time has come for us to wait,

for the next time that you and I will meet,

when the wildness in you finds

the wildness in me once again.