Mark
Is bright as the sun,
speedy and slick.
It takes me places I need to go,
determined and quick.
Maybe it’s true that my dad wouldn’t have wanted me
to buy it. Maybe he would’ve seen it
As a ticking time bomb, like the one that landed
on his roof as a kid.
But I don’t believe that—not now that it helped me
find the land he loved. Now,
If he’s looking down, he’ll see me and Mary
winding up the mountain.
He’ll hear me humming Chopin
and he’ll know that I’m okay.