Looking at you now.

Chopped up, a broken string riding gutters, my wordless love ransacking stores, full loaves of compassion stuffed in silent mouth.

Looking at you now

from viewpoint of moon
a full circle, blue gem whirling in space, captivated wishes in skin crying up, hands splayed out.

Looking for invisible door. Inside.

Looking at you now
a well where tears go
seeing you like this
a deep pool that couldn't rise.

Your child voice.
Your old man eyes, lost, helpless.
Barely able to get up.

You went through so much.
My God. Why does I love you not sing properly when it's stupidly spoken.


Looking at you now dad,
I still think of you as strong.