I Have a Son

I have a son who worries His economic vocation requires a political vacation from the rest of us and perhaps even light of sun Which hardly feels sustainable or resonant and certainly not win/win resilient. I have a son so brilliant he could choose to hunt and gather shopping carts at Walmart And find a way to help shoppers feel he is vacationing with and for all of us. I have a son whose most visible mistake is believing his anger and fear stem from missing invitations to enter his one true politically correct and socially esteemed vocation As if any employment he could embrace would not become more sacred by his warm communication, cooperative invitation, profound sublimation, ecosystemic renunciation of fear to make wrong ego-uncentering annunciation articulation of what he means by joining in with this multiculturing humane race Of confusing competitive and cooperative eco-political pace.