An Asian father walks with his infant son
in Harvard Yard’s common ground,
just old enough to walk, he is introduced
to Harvard many years before admission.
The tall father’s arm hangs low to the son’s raised hand.
Slowly they walk among the birds, and the grass,
and the various languages around them.
I wonder what he told him then,
simply wise enough for a child to understand.
“Patience, my son, and soon you’ll know why we’re so tall.”