a poem to my son

Captured by my hidden regard,
I watch you--
Wiry muscles in miniature,
tightened and coiled like a spring,
ready to burst forth,
unravelling the pent-up energy in a joyful leap,
a spasm of gleeful laughter,
a ray of light bursting forth,
breaking the laws of nature,
unbound and untamed.
You are life's exclamation point!
All shouts and whoops and gleaming eyes.
No boring period or comma could express
the current surging through those veins.
A lightning bolt, slicing through grey clouds
jagged, powerful and alive.