Thirteen Years: 9.17.2008
Today I saw the shade of a full moon in the west
exiting the horizon, that was lightening from the east,
spreading the soft blue & driving out the dark.
My thought swirled in that thin gleaming
and alighted on the realization of what today is.
In just another moon, even less, I will have made
thirty-three years & thirteen since losing a father.
Since, I have become one myself, twice, of sons,
like me, who smile at the sight of their old man,
sometimes even through ragey tears or angry stares.
I am alone each morning as I drive west, then south,
then east and finally south again towards what once was
home. But never far enough to make it all the way to the place
where we were last together & whole. The place
that was always home to all invited there.
Though the roadside birds with their stares and swirls
of significance mean to me that you are still watching,
they are never enough to make the reunion complete,
to fill the space in the seat beside me or in the interior
place that will help raise these boys to know you, too.
exiting the horizon, that was lightening from the east,
spreading the soft blue & driving out the dark.
My thought swirled in that thin gleaming
and alighted on the realization of what today is.
In just another moon, even less, I will have made
thirty-three years & thirteen since losing a father.
Since, I have become one myself, twice, of sons,
like me, who smile at the sight of their old man,
sometimes even through ragey tears or angry stares.
I am alone each morning as I drive west, then south,
then east and finally south again towards what once was
home. But never far enough to make it all the way to the place
where we were last together & whole. The place
that was always home to all invited there.
Though the roadside birds with their stares and swirls
of significance mean to me that you are still watching,
they are never enough to make the reunion complete,
to fill the space in the seat beside me or in the interior
place that will help raise these boys to know you, too.
posted by W.C.P. at 8:41 AM
1 Comments:
Well...it's simply gorgeous, and it made me cry...so what else could you ask for in a comeback?
The line "But never far enough..." is one of those I can't read and keep a dry eye. The simplicity in describing the loss, the world turning (done in moons, which I like) sets it delicately between grief and hope "smile at the sight of their old man."
We are all of us writing the same poem, again and again. Your apology goes unaccepted and unwarranted. I'm glad you're back. ;)
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