On the back end of a growth spurt

His red pants looked a little short

Telling me where and how his legs hurtAs we were walking out the door

I used to hate getting up early

Now I try not to make a fuss

My wife leaves for work at 7:30

And our kid never liked the bus

Keeping the sequence in line

Trying to gather my thoughts

In the interest of time

As if we know what it wants

I found the structure of an echo

Beneath the surface of a pool

All of the X′s and all the zeros

The way a memory comes unspooled

Maybe time moves in more directions

In any moment of the day

All the contractions and extensions

In all the messes that we make

Keeping the sequence in line

Trying to gather my thoughts

In the interest of time

As if we know what it wants

He threw his backpack 'round his shoulders

Before he ran off to join his friends

He said "Love you, Dad, see you later"