I learn you again, after long separation.
Time, space — matrices that germinate knowing.
My loss becomes gain after patient gestation.
Home study – is it work, or vacation?
Unwanted confinement, or respite from going?
You reclaim me after long separation .
Since your bar mitzvah I’ve been a way-station,
A hot meal bolted, a quick change of clothing.
Your absence belied a silent gestation.
Now there is time for prolonged conversation.
You call to me from the table overflowing
With textbooks, as though there’d been no separation.
Your birth-cry, a segue from ordeal to elation,
Touched me no more than this sudden bestowing
Of presence, as you pass from scholastic gestation
To a hard-won yet transitory matriculation.
Heed: passing tests doesn’t mean you’ve stopped growing.
From matrix to matrix, repeat separation,
You’ll plunge once again into patient gestation.