Motion remains in motion
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,
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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