Letting go
Releasing him to his own devices
A cage of screams and jeers
A maze of obstacles and children running frantically.
He returns to me
Clutching a companion cube
Without beckoning
He knows where I've been
Even if I'm unsure the journey that brought him back.
I sit patiently, waiting for a glimpse
A sign
That he is alright.
The burden of a parent is worry, no greater blessing then to find it unfounded.
Here within the padded bars of chaos,
Innocent aggression and micro chasms of sociality.
I watch the helicopters hover
And hope I know when and how to let go of control well.
the truth is I know, I'll never know how and when to let go.
