my son and have traveled seven days across ten states

to pause at home before driving on to the California coast

one of his boxes is open on the floor

disks spilled out, their titles in Japanese

i don’t recognize most of his possessions

we have been apart many years

he has become a mix of my little boy and a fully grown man

steeped in complex worlds I only dimly understand

this is how it should be

yet I struggle to nurture that little boy I held in my arms

one mountain summer day long ago

smiling at one another on the wooden bridge

as the cold stream tumbled and murmured

of things to come


6/6/18 LV
Copyright Michael Douglas Scott