Poem for My Father

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February 5th, 2012

It's because of you Dad 

That I feel compelled
To continue concocting 

Plausible explanations

For the absurdities of life

Even though we both know

There will never be enough

To address the substantial

Balance still outstanding

Spending time among men

So indeterminate of fate

Some darling some not

I've learned to find

Behind so many

A would be Hemingway

There stands a similarly

Murky Oedipal plot

And with fathers such as we are

Crystal clear as to intent

But cryptic as to meaning

A glass ever near at hand

Yet utterly silent

As to whatever it is or was

We are fleeing or feeling

Thus I came to possess

But a slender thread of wisdom

About navigating through

The choppy seas of life

By taking good reckoning

Of the prevailing winds 

Before turning back 

To confront the demons

Imaginary though they may be --

Turning back face into the wind

Is the only way to be rid

Of those demons for sure