"There's a ring around the moon,"
I said,
"It's so beautiful."
He stood next to me,
his eyes fixed on the same sky above.
"That means the weather is going to change.
It's a big phenomenon; I never really understood
it.
It is beautiful, isn't it?"
These moments,
Although just moments,
Sew patterns of time into my body.
That way when I grow old and lean,
I can look at these fascinating patterns
And remember
My father.
And his ways
Even though this moment can't tell much,
it can tell everything.
For he is
My flower swaying to the tune of the
rock-and-roll breeze.
My star in the library sky.
Each star a book, I mean.
My father is a book in the sky.
He tells his own story.
He's a wonder.
An amazing individual
who I just so luckily
am able to call 'Dad'.