Thursday, July 11, 2013

Travelling and Waiting



Travelling and Waiting

“We are only waiting, aren’t we?”
“Pretty much” I reply, noticing
but not commenting on the
loud irony of his question.

Late afternoon,  sun streaming in
making every thing gold and warm
and strangely safe.

An old man on the couch who has stopped trying
to pretend  that he wants supper
                  that he will sleep soundly tonight
                  that the golf on TV is important
                  that tomorrow will be better
                  that he remembers my name

Decades dissolve into the tenderness of just touching his hand

My father is here.   We are both here.
But also far from here
Travelling along that golden light
To the place where we stop waiting

And he moves on ahead.
                                              ~ Dianne

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