Eternity

My dear friend Dave the Jazz Musician cum Poet just sent me this poem that he penned and I think it's amazing. He is also available for music events in the general New York City area. I'm sure he'll give you a good deal.

Eternity

Not a line,
but a point.

My nephew, Chase,
runs from the back of the house
to the front,
and then back again.

I try to catch him on one of his passes –
whatcha doin',
I ask.
Just runnin',
he says,

and on he goes.