Our island boy is now a smart, handsome talented young man, an urban dweller and turning 24 today. Being a millennial, he’s also a digital native, Internet and media savvy, so much so he’s earning a living via his YouTube channel RAYCEVICK.
Being Asperger’s, Junior is a loner, content in his lair/studio producing videos for 300,00 plus subscribers. He is very exacting and does it all; writing, editing, voice-overs. There was a time when we were certain he would become a golf pro-people swooned over his natural swing- but he lost interest, or perhaps hope at puberty, which has a way of colliding with one’s dreams, of putting reality into harsh relief. But, surrounded by poets, musicians and artists from a tender age, Lucas learned to create content by osmosis, teaching himself to edit video and launching his first YouTube channel at age ten. Happy Birthday my son, you truly are a blessing.
Is it cold enough for hot chocolate?
Yes. We’re baking cookies. Come and help.
The kid that insists on blueberry candy canes
would rather drive through virtual streets of San Francisco
or James Bond jet-pack over snow drifts
than join us in the kitchen.
Takes no heed of time until the sun
sets on his screen. He has heat. Love. Pockets
of pizza. All the bare necessities. He is beyond
baking, toy aprons or pretending
to wash the dishes, toddler hands lost
inside flock-lined rubber gloves.
Helmeted in his racing seat
before the steering wheel our boy laughs
at vintage Looney Tunes, unaware
their blackface is racist, Porky Pig’s stuttering
politically incorrect. Where will he find ferocity
knowing nothing but Disney warfare?
Molokai, lost in time island where he refused
snorkeling, even to wet his head. He will jump
on a trampoline, will not punch a bag.
Kick the can. Form a fist.
He will sink a 32-foot putt
but can he take a hit? No worries.
He’s happy biding island time, its moat
foiling the bears, bores, kindergarten foes.