Sunday, December 10, 2017

To His Daughter Turning Seven

Motion remains in motion
So absolutely,
It’s the one real miracle

We can dream of being still.
Your father waits in his chair,
As still as he is able,
A body known for patience,

To feel how lives are flowing
Through, through, around him,
Memory stretching

Like a cat inside his thoughts,
From the morning of your birth
To your phone call this morning,
And your future lights the wall.

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