For my nephew when he turns 15

I see you in this room-
ten years hence, a teenager
-wonder about what
adorns your walls, your mind
and how old I am

and I see you, walk
into the room, playing
with tools, still five.

The sound of children enters my room
sometimes, their laughter so immediate,
it makes one think.

I live
on the fringes of
this playground,
making noise, un-listenable for you.

I wish you thrive,
whether in
or outside the fringes,
the boundaries
others create -
I hope you break

and I hope you know that
where aunts like me come from
is no evil place.