Tidal

This precious moment in time,
Bittersweet like long, sepia-soaked summer days
When, weedlike, he’s growing
Into who he’s becoming.
Independent and bright,
Like starlight.
Not gone, but going.
The inevitable melting of cold ice cream
On the hot sunny day it’s made for.
Ever more reason
To savor the sweetness…

Yet, a tether still remains.
The wild spirit longing to journey alone
Dances with the wide-eyed child
Waving and wanting to connect
As we cross the same threshold at the same time.
Me on my mindful morning walk.
Soft sand between my toes,
And slow saltwater splashes before breakfast.
Him on his ride.
The fast cycle
Of adrenaline and freedom.

The tides roll in and out
As they’ve done for all of time.
Guided by our lunar luminary
Who holds us but cannot contain us.
Her presence, always felt
When we slow down enough
For the powerful subtlety of her pull.
Pray he learns stillness in addition to speed.
Does she pray the same for me? Mother moon?
Some days, still visible in the sky long past dawn.
As if keeping benevolent watch.
A benefic presence
Guiding us home.