(together with my son, eating those sad sandwiches, - sad, sad, sad,… )

leaning with his back against mine,

his back,

he’s eating these sandwiches now,

not complaining about some bad taste in his mouth,

never asking why we are eating these sandwiches now,

just sitting here with his back against mine,

and he seems to me more of a  man,

just stares at the see & waves at the boatsmen,

how they are moving on to their seas, look!

he’s not afraid

he’s not afraid

he’s not afraid,

but me, 

has lost some courage,

hopping from one

moment to another,

in need of time, also

more time,

for moments like these.

and now he asks me

what i was thinking,

and i tell him those boatsmen

remind me of something else.