Here's to May, teenage gamers, and the beautiful rowing we all do ~

Gamer Blue 

  For Micah

If I cannot release my 12-year old son

from the small daily deaths of divorce

or take him on a fancy summer vacation

I can offer him the autonomy of night

That yellow labyrinth

Foraging in the fridge for yogurt or salami

the dramatic flop into the helm

of his La-Z Boy recliner

Hands firmly planted on the keyboard

eyes trained on the horizon of his laptop

My blue-light voyager

Maybe there’s a grace

some exalted terrain

offered to a boy bathed in the blue corona

& who am I

to say

that this

is not

rowing

that my son’s small hands

do not summon the gods

& put them mercifully to work.

ECS