It is hard to define the simple traces of youth
The odd differences in stature
the trembleness of love desperation of separation and the fearfulness of alone
why poignant the situation?

It is vision the outline it is place
it is time a memorial to angst  
Worry like a sock on work like a mistake a mumbled word

I carry him my son like a rock a boulder of time within my soul  a reminder of futures
He is bright light a supernova of love a cauldron of creation each moment  something
some healing itch or some driving wedge splitting order out of heat exposing rot or just exposing
He is thin and earnest he the the smallest denominator of my life he is the pylon I am flying around
I cannot break out of it
a test a testimony a trial a best
Holding his hand small soft like a summer cloud listening to him ramble on about his sister by the river with its sounds smells and direction
I hold so lightly to his tilting presence