Proud, sad, excited, wistful, full of memories, full of hope, we say good-bye to our college-bound son on Monday. What a privilege to know someone so well, to have such a vital connection and love, and then to let go.
Catch and Release
In the bedroom, one rectangle of light. One
small boy. A collection of plastic toy fish.
A small, curved finger pointing,
And the fish swam in the
box of air between
screen and pane.
Later, on a different sort
of day, one rectangle of light. One
small boy, brown head
just visible, eyes twinkling over the sill
as he climbs back into his
Heart leaping like a fish,
careful not to startle him,
Small curved fingers grasp sill;
she nets the small, muscular body and slumps
under the weight of her catch.
much later, one rectangle of light. One
tall man, a collection of boxes and bags,
Straight finger pointing away toward a good
life, upstream, unpredictable.
She opens the window and
the east sprays morning sun