Will

Time and again
regaling the unworthy
with keys to my soul.

Will, where have you been?
I have yet to grow wings.
Why so eager to vanish?

Beloved apprentice,
I’ve been here all along
forever at your service.

Have you not noticed
that you call upon me
but at your “dis-service”?

As your ancestors before, dear one,
you too, imbibe wisdom
only to regurgitate it at —will

My daughter in Mykonos.
Photo by Alina