a blessing for Maia Thulé   May your days be many, and bright as beargrass and forget-me-nots in meadows flooded with sunlight,   and may you thrive on what you’re taught — to laugh, and sing, and do what’s right, however hard, and not get caught   up in snares of falsehood, and fight like a champ, move with sublime élan, and love this dance of time.     © Michael Fleming Lake Forest, Illinois October 1998