Annie

“I have a good idea”, she said
In a way emblematic of her 8 years.
Antipodal to both mother and father
Annie is unapologetic for her existence.

Her father would assume
He was sitting in someone’s seat,
Her Mother thought it inappropriate
To ask for a raise.

Annie travels lighter,
Carries much less baggage.
A place at the table, an ear of a friend,
A less tortured path.

Foolish and absurd
Is the 70 year old
Who speculates on the trajectory
Of a child’s life.

I’ve tired of monopoly.
Having more property than another
Is a pathetic way to judge your existence.
It excludes your humanity.

Rather notice the joy of
A dog racing nowhere,
Or Annie, enjoying the day
And her latest good idea.