Hard to fathom Where time goes, Washed away In ebbs and flows; From inception Baby grows Open hands And walking toes. Laid upon His momma’s chest, Nourished by His momma’s breast. His mom and pop Will never rest; The marriage strain, The marriage test. Baby’s walkin’ Soon he’s three, Busy as A bumble bee. Challenged by The things to see, Exploring Possibility. Socialized In school and play, The child responds To make his way. Finds a place Where he’s okay; Fills with color All that’s gray. Becomes a friend To parents who At birth were all The baby knew, Who wonder when Their baby grew And wonder after What they’ll do. Drawn to worlds Of disarray, Leaves his home To make his way. Says, ‘Goodbye,’ He’d, ‘like to stay,’ But something calls He goes away. Rides the waves, The clouds above, As timeless tides Push and shove. Looks for passion, Looks for love, Tries them on Like hand to glove. In a role His parents know, A baby’s hands In his will grow. In a sterile Room aglow A baby born To bride and beau. Love and passion, Hearts deny; Hearts encumbered, Hearts that die. The boundless earth, The boundless sky, Beckon all Who wonder why. Hears the voices Hears the cries, Tempted by Their alibis, In pursuit, The whats and whys; He answers them, Away he flies. On the wind He turns to see The passing of The parents he Had come to know Respectfully As underpinning All he’d be. Another’s arms He puts to test; Ancient heart, Eternal quest. Beating hearts In measures rest; Alone he roosts In empty nest. Buried now Beneath the ground; All he’s lost With all he’s found. Fainter now The earnest sound That tempts the sheep From where it’s bound. Doors that open, Doors that close, Time that’s lost The memory stows. Ticking clocks, The mortal foes; Hard to fathom Where time goes.