my father visited me
while wind turned its nightly pages
and his grave gave purpose
to the movable earth.
his smile careening through
past and future summoned me.
I answered my sonhood furious and a man.
seeing at once all four corners of his life
I remember him despite myself
flirting with rage. I no longer believe in
the worst of my father. spoons
let go their heat. in his hand
his reflection right side up and singing.