Elemental swing

I marvel at my son, this winded child,
boasting about hitting the baseball.
“Did you see that?” he shouts,
breath escaping in gasps, jubilant fireworks
celebrating a victory for the ages.

I see it. The pride in his face — a lion
reveling over a gazelle that will feed 
her entire family — sustains us,
nourishment neither of us knew we needed
but is now elemental to our survival.

We watch the pomp, sharing in 
the ostentatious delight only a child 
revels in. He’ll stumble — superheroes 
sometimes step on their capes  —  but 
swing again, confident in any winds.


Phillip Knight Scott | © 2019

Written for Go Dog Go‘s Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge : “winded child”


Binary stars

He said he no longer wished
to be an astronaut because he didn’t want to leave
me. Sitting on the bathroom floor, waiting
for him – dreaming of space
for whom the past is “today” and the future is
“tomorrow” – to wrap up and climb
down, I watched as time melted,

reminded that he will leave – of course
he’ll leave – either for the moon or college or
a girl or some other thing I’m going to hate
but for now
there is no other time for me
than sitting on the bathroom floor, waiting
for him, my binary star.


(c) 2019 by Phillip Knight Scott

Written in response to the Word of the Day Challenge – “wish”