You roam far enough from me now
that you come back with offerings
new words and ideas
that I didn’t plant
like today
you tell me
out of the blue
mama, actually, polar bears
are more fiercer than lava
and the other day
you told your dad
like you were some kind of guru
everything is an accident
I could nibble on each bit
that brims over from your mind
and yet I know
that your wanderings
will return you one day
with a gift I won’t want
and so I write this poem
to remind me
that your freedom
is worth it.