Fatherhood bears a
nature of canopies and understories
Sunlight and shadow,
the common air
Buffer of leaves to
take the brunt, stoic and long minded
To be steady in root
and trunk
For time for the
sapling to thicken
Flower or cone in
season to make space
Knowing the
inevitable letting go
Happy for the leaf
of the other to touch sunlight
There are time times
where I take your stillness
To breathe in the
body of your tree
To think and to be,
to find strength in constancy
In being present and
oak-like for my own child
Knowing the young
are blinded in shadow of what it has taken
For the elder
generation to travel to life’s present station,
But in the spirals
of the trunk emanating out is steadiness through years of much rain and little
Growth finds breath
In this season I
think of you
Ready to labor
humbly and strong
Showing paths to the
sun
For there are many
and varied
Knowing it is not
the path one chooses,
But the manner in
which a man carries himself and his family
This is the water I
drink from your roots
And I am divinely
grateful
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