I saw you there;
in the half-light of candle
you seemed a flickering wraith
but the pruned expression with which
you regarded me only served to extinguish
me further. I wished to reach out,
to reshape the face I once recognized
but clay only hardens if left to serve testament
a river running through my head; train
cries in the distance
its solace muffled
much the way I am
unable to find my tongue.
the window—it’s unbearable
but the droplets streaking the glass
highways, crossroads the likes of which
I’ll never have the nerve to explore.
my head I trace
a route so blissfully appealing
compared to the
flooding my ears;
the last thing I ever heard.
I‘m fuzzy at the edges while you scrape
sharp lines at each of my corners. I try to
protect myself but still you find a way
around my childproof barriers. A chord is
struck each time your mouth twists and
I feel toddler small—
spanked in self-serving lessons of
obedience, cheeks reddened;
chest heaving with perpetual adolescent sobs.
Ye who plant the seed shall burden the responsibilities
of the fruit; yet I suffer the toil of a heart long laden of dirt.
Grown useless, gnarled, I twist now under the rising gale of wind;
you are a storm that shall never crest.
How I crave for my roots to be severed,
to a garden of lush greens
yet I wither,
longing for vine ripened spices – a spot of sunshine
I could never quite feel.
you grow before my eyes and
the feel of your hand in mine as I walk you to school
stills my restless demons;
I am far from a perfect man but
I live to be flawless in your eyes.
Every kiss you bless upon my cheek
reminds me that while I am responsible
for protecting your life,
you have saved mine.
Sometimes I see glimpses
of the woman you will grow to be and
your subtle grace melts me.
Please know that being your father
is my greatest achievement and honor;
with the very first flutter of your eyes
I became yours to keep
I need to listen closely—
the pain you share
should be sharp yet
comes delivered dull, spoken
at the price of a worn tongue;
how it rends me to hear you
recall the worst of all you have been;
I sit quietly
listening to your soft grace
betrayed by the broken
fragments of your words:
I can’t ever glue you back together
but I can hold you in my hands.
Man of Steel
why won’t you come down from
your perch high above Metropolis
I have desperately tried to fly in your cape
but you left me no field guide and
in this world I need to be more than just
Do you remember when
I gazed upon you with wonder
an unflinching conviction that you were no
Please can’t you see
how hard I struggle to soar and
I’ve no currents with which to take flight—
And from my booth I dash
carrying this child in my arms
shielding her from life’s evils, forever
to the skies I search in vain