in time

i call my son
to see how he
is, having not
felt good about
the last conversation.
he needs to hear
my voice, and i
need to hear his.
he's so alone
sometimes despite
so many friends,
so many things to do.
immersed in his
passion. he feels
each day like
a wall of water
overwhelming him.
his feet in sand,
as he tries
to find himself,
a direction, a
plan for the next
world. but i have
faith in him.
his soul is strong
and i believe he
will be who he
is already deep
within. it just
takes time.