Father

Father, your ship keeps me waiting here, my eyes Peeling horizon for mast or sail Where the frigates fly, and seagull, wind slanting, cries I walk the sands silent shadows pale Hungering for a deck to stand Beside you, and be like you, a man. Father, in the lonely nights bereft of inheritance, I Hear you singing songs that wrecked My desires to grant you authencity, when you deify The armored foot upon my neck Conquistadores prowess and sly I could not love the cold ambuity. Father, I undersatnd them all today, our mix origin Straddled loyalty that divides us Yet though we have been classified in our skin Not easily removed like mere rust And for this we are bridges again New planks to walk away from pain. Father, this moment on the silent moonlit gaze of sand I miss you beyond meaning here A boy, like a ship too, needs his rudder in your hand Need support negotiating his fear Need to hear your footsteps walk In the room, where I stand a stalk.