He is up in the tree
higher than the roof of our house
I can just see the orange of his shirt
like the wing of a tropical bird
or a kite
he is so high now
that my brain wobbles a bit
when I look up at him
so I sit down on the park bench
and look away
look mama
he yells
the leaves rustle
as he bounces
on a branch
I pretend to look
and give him a thumbs up
another mom is beside me on the bench
and she asks how old he is
when I tell her he is five
she is amazed
and I am too
not that he has learned
to hang in the sky
but that I have learned
to let go.