Then, a lion roaring:
two years of age, on plastic slide
public baby pool bound
dictating his terms
to the undulating savannah.

Now a mighty four-year-old:
captain of playground pirate ship
leading, encouraging, commanding
his invisible crew.

I envy him.

Fully submerged in adventure.
Not toe in, nor lapping rolled up trouser,
but deep into the silky blue.
So submerged, my half-hearted,
self-conscious shark
brings a flash of real fright to his eyes.

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