Metal Suits—Bows and Arrows

I was thinking of Owen and his metal.
How he fits the knee braces onto his knees.
It reminded me of my obsession with bows and arrows.
There is a likeness of father in son in the obsession of building something.
This obsession relates to the imagination and wanting to have to create something beyond your means.
I remember I would always think "THAT would make a good bow" or "this would make a good arrow"
and I also remember that time when I made
the perfect bow with
the perfect arrow
that I had made, crafted, from my own
Obsession
Imagination.

I remember walking down the street
holding my creation
and looking over the fence of the neighbors
and seeing Wesley with his store-bought bow
and his store-bought quiver of arrows
and how much better they flew
than the one I crafted.
And my world
my obsession
my imagination
crashed around me that day.
That was the last bow
the last arrow
I will create for my own imagination
Obsession.

I look at my son
and his pieces of metal
his ascension
His obsession
his imagination
Working
The cogs turning inside his head
and I hope
I watch him
wishing and praying that they
do not break or crash
His obsession,
His imagination.