Boy, Ten and A Half, April 2009
A new movement
came from you today.
We were in public,
I put my arm around your shoulders,
shrugged out of my grasp.
So smooth and quick
like a silvery fish eluding the hook
like a leaf letting go of the tree
or a streak of heat lightning
before the rumble of thunder.
My fleeting pang was replaced by
You are on schedule.
It is time to allow space between us,
and my arms will learn
to leave you alone.
From the day of your birth, this moment was