There is a chair here
with Kyle’s name—
and the Carrillo crest
rides on his shoulders,
quiet and heavy.
An ancestor, bold and shameless,
left him uncertain,
searching
for his place.
But the years pass:
8th. 9th. 10th. 11th—
and strength begins to show itself.
Not loud,
but steady.
His purpose,
once fogged by questions,
starts to gleam
with shape and fire—
and his destiny
moves forward,
wondrous
and bright.
clr 2011