Father

"You rarely find a loon alone."

I wonder if you were concerned,

casting out the words I'd known

for years. Downhill the water ferned

its fingers round the only stone

thrown out by you back when I learned

you rarely find a loon alone.

I wonder if you were concerned

that day I came to you, all grown.

You, in your way, forgot years earned

and lost, left the stone unturned

and looked at me as if I'd flown.

You rarely find a loon alone.