To Never Escaping

A son and a father
rattled some sabres
listen to the din
behind it all silence
one said to the other
the other to the one.

From empty to ample
from salt water to handsful
of sand under the lapping
picked up and retreated
from bedtime stories
to never escaping.

Don’t tell me I don’t know
don’t pull out your crossbow
don’t raise up your snow
storm whipped of star
dust moving so fast
galaxies are covered.

There’s nothing to cry about
so I will stop now
will we go back to chicken
wings and to finishing
thoughts too quickly too
late and too imaginatively?

Look me in the eye
piercing as will I
the distance of ocean
and milky way’s emotion
and not avoid like most
fathers commotion.

Go to work and we’ll talk
about work and then play
some more music and say
back and forth what is
in fact and not conjured
to stand in the way.

From empty to ample
from salt water to handsful
of sand under the lapping
picked up and retreated
from bedtime stories
to never escaping.

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