From where I am
I can see tired
far off to my right.
I am well beyond the left of tired
and all I want is to go home,
but where is home?
Cannot see it anywhere.
Maybe it has moved and is still
farther to my left. My father
might be somewhere over there.
I know he is no longer to my right,
back in the well rested world.
I have just come from there; it is
emptier right now than I would like
so I remain leftward bound,
with no sense of what may be there.
— for my father, 9/15/1932 — 2/3/2022
February 6th, 2022 at 6:49 pm