I dress myself as a deck of cards
and sit in your pocket, patiently
and taking stock, until you to need
to remember an action, even a small
gesture that resonates in that moment
where a decision crouches in a synapse
pick a card, any card, maybe I did right
maybe I did it wrong, what else
can a father do but slam the door
on his house of cards, and instead
walk with you along the rocks
on which to build your temple, to let you
wander the cascading earth and choose
the most beautiful hill on which to die
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WOW. Those last two lines are stunners.
ReplyDelete'where a decision crouches in a synapse' ~ a most ominous collection of words.
ReplyDeleteSo much can be read into these intriguing words. I am sure each reader will interpret the poem differently.
ReplyDeleteWhat an amazing metaphor for parenting! A unique yet telling way to describe it. I love the progression from adviser to companion.
ReplyDeleteAn interesting and well-written extended metaphor. I especially like the opening lines and:
ReplyDelete‘pick a card, any card, maybe I did right
maybe I did it wrong, what else
can a father do…’