Spend some time turning
The pieces around in your mind:
They find their fit
Even that odd shape
Its sharp edges
Slicing your heart
Like a lump of veal
The plaintive calf cry
Bleating beating
Defeating your heart
The light dawns
And you see
A key,
Not a knife,
A door opening:
“Your daughter called
To see how you made out.
She said to say she loves you.”
A successful operation
A robust recovery
For a few hours
Then a sudden decline
Slow passing
Not alone but admitted,
Home again.
At peace
In the interlacing constellations
Of memory
Raised up, alight, a light,
Home again
Alive at heart,
My heart.
I have held this piece a long time
Endured the lacerations
Because I have loved you,
Dad.
I have been
Waiting, waiting, waiting
For time to make the fit.
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