Push off
Old enough to go on his own
But new place
New language so I sit
Breathe
Eyes smarting from the chemicals
Other parents relieved
To return to fruit ninja
Breathe
Fruit tetris
Fruit of their loins
Encased in chlorinated blue
Breathe
Fruitful week behind them
Stretching out in front
Hardly noticing
Breathe
Wood warmed by tax contributions
And a reluctant sun
His shoulders
Breathe
I hope/fear will be broader than mine
We will go together next week
His hands meet end tile
Breathe
Written by Martin Cathcart Frödén.
Cover photo by Clark Tai.