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,
brings a flash of real fright to his eyes.