He got his own room,
though you would think
he got his own castle.
I catch him
touching the walls
like they are made
of gold.
Opening and closing the door
like he is only now
grasping the full promise
of this invention.
Yesterday, he sat
for a long time
on top
of his dresser.
Even the floor
seems precious to him,
as he lays in the middle of it,
like a starfish.
I finally realized
it is not the room
he cherishes,
but this new
uninterrupted
and exotic gift
of privacy.