There was no power when we woke yesterday morning and it wasn’t reestablished until 10 in the evening, so I couldn’t post this poem for my dad’s birthday. Thought of him a lot though.
Birth endlessly repeating
Another cycle completes since you began,
and in that earth that was never yours,
you sift, settle where roots break the sod,
rain seeps carrying you deeper,
perhaps to mingle with the salt waves
that pound the long white strand,
where you imagined yourself
the child who should never have left,
sitting back to the wind
face to the ocean,
wondering if the skylark’s song,
the seal’s bark was all,
and what lay beyond
the grey horizon, a beginning
or an end.