Water on Mars

Nali,

The day your father's poetry gets published is the day they find water on Mars; or the day the pope visits the world's leading exporter of capitalism, pop culture and war; or the day you wake up an ounce heavier, babbling new syllables and sound effects through your toothless smile. Magic is the exploration of boundaries, just as you, climbing nearly out of your crib so much that we had to lower it. I am still at odds with deciding if I should teach you magic, or simply teaching you the principle of anything being possible. I am excited at the possibilities you will uncover when your kicking feet turn to curious footsteps, and your train of thought turns the corner into childhood. That said, today is in fact the day of water on Mars, of God's word on Earth, and of my poetry making it out of my self-published chapbooks for once. We are in a rare air era, these first months of your existence as you grow faster than we can transfer pictures from our phones to computers. It, like magic, is happening by surprise, faster than we can expect. Your mom and I are blessed to take it all in with you.

Love
Papa A