Wednesday, March 11, 2009

We smiled, we locked horns, we were family

When you are both hard-headed men, it is easy to find ways to be at odds with each other. We talked more in these last years. Got to understand each other better I hope.

My apologies if I am still babbling. Settling the last of the arrangements for my father.

It's helped for me to focus on these tasks, working to create a plan where there was no plan. More challenges are ahead even after the funeral.

I need to sit down and write my reflections for Saturday. I have plenty to say and I promise it will be well worth listening to.
So there is my dad with my nephews Joshua and Justin, October 2008.

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Flame and Bone

When I was made from fire
Poured into the tender vessel of caution
That keeps my smoke from rising
Quickly did I discover that apart from crisp drizzles or falling snow
The world chilled my touched
Walking the narrow cornered gap between girders and cut stone
One learns to tuck his shoulders in or risk
Jostling a neighbor passing by rapt with want
For a clear path without the distraction
Of another man's boiling eyes
The tip of a finger
That oldest of all weapons
Grown deadlier and pristine in its invention
Gathers a mote of a cinder on its bare flesh
And turns pondering how best to scratch the impious itch
Prying open the tender seam
Where the oil of thought dews
Offering a new wick to ignite
Squirming alive as a salamander of mischief
That yearns for a taste of air it is so ready to devour
The steam of breath betrays me
Before the glint of orange spreads
In popping bright waves
Eroding the fibers feeding it
Leaving naught but ash
As my shell of quietude falls away