My Son Under the Sun With Rain Boots On And Watering Can in Hand

It’s said life goes by in the blink of an eye.
By that measure I’m just about to die.
And that is why
My days pass like seconds,
And that is why I can see your growth
Much the way the minute hand traces the clock’s face,
Relatively fast,
Suffused as it is in the fabric of time and space.
It’s like the sprouts sprouting in your nascent garden:
From the seeds you planted just days ago.
That’s exactly the way I see you!
That’s exactly the way I see me!
Everything growing fast enough to see,
Clearly,
Dearly.