What He Lost

In the afternoon, he toured the physical school he’d been attending via zoom for 7 months.

When he came home, he was quiet.

Later, he said it was because during the tour he saw the theatre and realized all he’d missed in the year.

Having been in the theatre in more social times, I understood. It was a beautiful space, full of the promise of grandeur that a performance space can hold in the air and create within you.

I felt sad, too. But also proud that I’d helped raise a boy who could see the potential in the world and was not afraid to admit the sense of loss it could deliver when it went unfilled; who could imagine what could be and miss what didn’t happen.

A boy with the imagination to dream big and see himself in the dream.