Contemplating My Son's First Day of School

[Keith]

Very much enjoyed this and the reference to some great books, I enjoyed its whistfull nature and mood changes and your images of glances back to birth. Thanks Keith

I hear his roar.
He is Where the Wild Things Are,
Where the Sidewalk Ends,
He Is Go, Dog. Go!
On a plane, in a train,
in the rain, drenched
in enough humming energy,
to reignite a dying sun.great line and opening stanza

I hear my son roar.
He is a dinosaur, a race car, a dragon even
I don't know what he is, or will be.
Soon, I will no longer even be
the camel he rides
to a faraway desert. the sense of regret changes the mood, subtle
That first roar came from blue lips,
with an old man's face,
and an equal weariness;
suffering smoothing into sub dermal promise.
I had clacked the abacus,
done all the equations of cliched fathers do you need this line?
for fingers, for toes, for herd placement.
Must it always be tooth on tooth
in the language of blood?
We think we are kinder now,
as does every generation:
kind like the razor,
like hunger. Make me think, neat lines

My son roars.
He is Where the Wild Things Are,
Where the Sidewalk Ends,
He Is Go, Dog. Go!
On a plane, in a train, in the rain.
He is dinosaur, race car, dragon.
While I am the camel he rides
past saguaro and scrub
across this vast emptiness. not sure about this line, it feels cold would have prefered something about your son to keep it personal