"The Red Hat" by Rachel Hadas

The Red Hat

It started before Christmas. Now our son
officially walks to school alone.
Semi-alone, it's accurate to say:
I or his father track him on the way.
He walks up on the east side of West End,
we on the west side. Glances can extend
(and do) across the street; not eye contact.
Already ties are feelings and not fact.
Straus Park is where these parallel paths part;
he goes alone from there. The watcher's heart
stretches, elastic in its love and fear,
toward him as we see him disappear,
striding briskly. Where two weeks ago,
holding a hand, he'd dawdle, dreamy, slow,
he now is hustled forward by the pull
of something far more powerful than school.

The mornings we turn back to are no more
than forty minutes longer than before,
but they feel vastly different — flimsy, strange,
wavering in the eddies of this change,
empty, unanchored, perilously light
since the red hat vanished from our sight.



 
Source of the text - Hadas, Rachel.  Halfway Down the Hall: New and Selected Poems.  Hanover, NH: Wesleyan University Press, 1998, p. 20.

TJB: Boy-heroics. These couplets capture a child’s growth & parents’ mixed feelings, bending many active clauses to passive until a fine ending.