The Reverse

“Your children
            are not your children…”
      Sweet Honey sings, and I
believe them now,
             looking at my boy,
                                        arms out,
      forward and back, balanced
                                        over one wheel,
                             in that hesitation, the
            quick turn before
going forward.

I see him ride off
             past the neighbor’s lilacs,
                              around the corner
      by the house with the dog, and I
know it was never
                 a question of
                         him belonging to me, only
           and always
                         the reverse.

—Paul Terranova