it's early in the game

as i stand
at the kitchen sink with a ham
sandwich

drinking a glass
of cold milk,
breaking
a pickle in two.

i gaze out the window
at the kid
on his bike

talking happily to the
girl
next door, in pigtails.

i feel happy
that it's early

in the game for him.
that he has no clue,

at least not yet.