to my mentor, a poem on your last day:
a father with avocados
for knees and pumpkins for feet
grew his whole body to me - each part, even
the eyes. what brought forth my milkshake of a brain?
each ingredient equal banana
equal chocolate and milk and you.
if you were a god, you must have made a mass
out of me. not a fool but a mass. all my left
brain and right hand motions made of carefully
researched skill and carefully researched people.
if you have transformed an amoeba to a whale, it has
been a great whale - and a great ocean.