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.

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James Marshall Goff

Date: 4/23/2009 10:57:00 AM

L'nass your longing for more time with your Father is something I understand....like you, I have more questions I would now ask, like...I figured out the bird you were imitating when you called us in from the woods in our youth, am I right? "the silent moonlit gaze of sand" is as close as were gonna get I'm afraid, and that's ok! we are strong warriors!! Jim