Anonymous

And you said,

"What if he's deceased?

At least you'll know."

Rushing off to work.

My mind

flashed a full scene

of southern sunlight

on my face.

You shut the front door,

and

I sat in front of a tombstone.

Maybe in Kentucky.

Not reading a name,

or anything engraved

Just thinking of what I might say

to my father.

Neutral thoughts

shake bitterness

from an unshaken hand;

and I peer into a tombstone,

same as I might peer

into the void of someone's eyes.

"All my life I have seen you in the mirror.

Never have I seen your face.

Do you know what one picture

could have done,

for one man-

Your Son!"