A Man Dreams of his Father

Through slanting doors and broken windows
odd furniture in dim rooms
old books and roses rotting with age I follow you…
Charts and crumpled maps and paper
glitter like a lost hope–

Sudden sky and wide water, reeds along a shore
Under a silver willow you call to the other side

No limb or vine to hold my feet
the oak and pine swept away
to a green recess of memory,
nothing to pull me back, only
rock and sand, sky and air
bathed in amber light — Peace

I am with you, looking in you, seeing who I am.
Clear stones at the bottom of a lucent pool
I wade in bright shadows and fish swimming
In and out our one and separate selves.