May You Be Odd

And other blessings for the beginning of the world

I wish for you to be an angler fish.
Something that lives in times of darkness.
Which is to say: Uncertainty.
Which is not to say: Doom. 
 
And because I wish for you to make a 
Home there, in the places undiscovered
By colonizers and scientists
By fear and the need to know
 
I wish for you to find the light that lives,
Not within you, some secret place to uncover,
But by the lantern you carry, and by which 
You will find and show the way.
 
May you be odd. May you be so different
You cause the people to gasp. May the 
Children stare at you and the funny 
Light you chase, which is yours.
 
Let them lean in and feel their imaginations 
Fill with possibility. Give them crayons and 
Take their questions. For this is how the world, 
So close to its end, begins.
 
I wish for you to be an angler fish.
Fierce. And ancestral. 
And at home 
In the dark.