a new talk

it's an alarming
conversation
that I have with my son.
now filled
with full grown angst
and wonder, we talk.
we speak no longer about
how far
a ball was hit,
the run
the tail back made,
or the catch
against the wall
in the bottom of the ninth.
this is a different
conversation,
one of quicksand holes
in life.
referring to jobs and love.
how did it get to this
so soon, him
no longer on my knee,
him becoming unsure
about tomorrow,
becoming me.