Poem on my son’s 28th birthday

It’s somewhere around
five o’clock
in the morning I never know
what time it is approximately

Acme Tuna fog bank whistles doom
& entanglements

You might remember wind in the
leaves (eucalyptus) talking

the voice is familiar

but when a stranger looks back at you
from the mirror you say “Okay,
now what?”

it’s a valid question

& we already know the answer
you & I