dad

November 1, 2017 § Leave a comment

they call him the man of mystery
a scorpio by birth
and by definition, a figure in black
twenty steps ahead in action
and thought, as wise as time itself, he knows
specifics of middle eastern conflicts
how I should handle a breakup
how to load a dishwasher with engineered perfection
a musician with a pulse on life’s rhythm, he can see
humor in humanness, a skill of sense, he can hear
the oscillation of truth and champions its emergence
a squeaky hinge unearthing all that is just
he cultivates principle in life
and gospel in his garden, a provider
he serves and protects family and dog
as reliable as the moon’s rising and falling
he is eternally there, without doubt
he leads, twenty steps ahead
but always looks back to make sure
I’m near and loved and safe and content.
what a dads to have been given.

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Advice

January 28, 2014 § 1 Comment

If you’re uninspired,
why don’t you write a haiku?
my dad suggested.

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