an ekphrastic from a photo, Father & Son Venture Up,
by Michele LeNoir (me), 4.19.25

Your son, in tiny tan rain boots, jean shorts,
and white tee, stands halfway up wooden steps.
You, behind, against a clear blue sky, hands
at the ready. His grip tight to a rung,
his same blue eyes lit up. He grins,
his blonde head turned towards a new slide.

But he pauses, turns back toward you.
You, donned in soccer gear,
say, Go ahead, Bud, and he does—    
up four more steps!

With each step, your proud smile grows.
Your shared joy and pride and love—
and a penance for adventure—
all clearer than any day could be.