One Evening

One evening I sat on the ground with my father

I saw the delicate curve of his spine

That held the weight of thought

For so many years

Perhaps it was the years of bowing to the gods of work that shaped him so

That evening

He in his bedclothes 

And me in mine

I looked at the way his body folded

With tender awkwardness

How young he looked out of a suit

I could see 

His hands

His feet in particular

And thought

You were once a child 

What were you like?

Did you throw stones through the windows of old ruins?

And feel the ecstasy 

Of the glass breaking

And in that sound

Feel as if another part of you had just broken open

Did you build a den in the woods?

Your own wild kingdom

A place where your imagination could breathe and be itself

Did you hold your own hand in the dark when you were frightened?

Did you kill an animal? 

What did you dream of?

Did that place in you

That place only you know

But no one else knows

Hidden from the world 

That place

Just behind the heart

In the dark red cave of warm flesh

Did you feel a piercing love reach you there?

Just there

I hope so father

I hope so 

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