Dec 2014
today
for the first day in a span
far too long since last occurring,
a son’s gaze to meet without hesitation.
before him, standing as—
a man,
deserving the title—
a father,
but never deserving, forever
aspiring.
a choice made,
though
for the man, not the best,
yet,
the choice—
a just decision.
its wake
waves of consequence—
each proving impotence.
to drown impossible when
offered the outstretched hand
of a child.
for the first day in a span
far too long since last occurring,
a son’s gaze to meet without hesitation.
before him, standing as—
a man,
deserving the title—
a father,
but never deserving, forever
aspiring.
a choice made,
though
for the man, not the best,
yet,
the choice—
a just decision.
its wake
waves of consequence—
each proving impotence.
to drown impossible when
offered the outstretched hand
of a child.
I struggled with writing a brief notation regarding the meaning of this poem, if only for the sake of clarity. I've failed several times now to communicate it effectively, and in light of that I will simply state that sometimes, regardless of the consequences, a "just decision" must be made. Though society, employers, friends, etcetera, might not understand, the innocence of a child and their perception of that decision has a certain power to make a mere man feel as though he stands as a giant.
