TWO CLOUDS INTERSECTED

Back in the apartment,

empty-handed, jacket wet.

For a minute, excited to tell the old Dad,

I did it, it’s done.

I’m greeted by quiet:

see them together

again.

This time

out in the open,

sleeping

on the living room couch.

James’s arm tucked around Dad’s back

cuddling,

their heads nestled together

like two clouds intersected.

I swallow a cry and like the

snow

I

fall and melt

away.