History of Your Name

Before you were born,
before you were more than thought,
before you were someday–

your mom and I lounged
in the pool,
half-in half-out,
discussing names.

Shawn gets sucked into the jets
as soon as I suggest it.

Deacon? 
                    Dead in the water.
                    Caspian? 
No need to ask again.

Maverick: extravagant.
We’ve taught too many Vincents.

	Rowan? I ask.
		Remington? She recommends.
Jasper?
        Jameson, 

your mom says
and it lands as light
as the dragonfly
pausing briefly 
on the water
before rising
to warm air
to join its swarm.