-- for Tracy because my Father lived his soul, love is the whole and more than all - ee cummings He’s a large man, lightened by loss I search for tethers holding him to chair. One is pen, another paper, lots of figures; there’s safety in numbers, I suppose. Now he’s tapping my shoulder, whispers, “Watch the humming bird. It’s in those red flowers.” Maybe bird, maybe beauty rouses his grief, threatens to eclipse him, sinking in quicksand. I am sinking too, when a soft light breaks, the silver lining, his eyes. I see how sorrow finds its lighthouse, so beacons of love will wash the room.
Kinetic Poetry - Subject to change without warning.