WEEK 32 (In Geneva, in a cab)

Last night

I held my father’s hand

I held it so long so deep

His lines grew into my lines

& his sweat became mine

Last night

I held my father’s breath

I held it so long so deep

His chest grew into my chest

& his heart became mine

Last night

I held my father’s gaze

I held it so long so deep

His eyes grew into my eyes

& his life became mine

Last night my love

My father became mine

Outside it stopped raining

The moonlight melted the last of the sky

Last night

No fanfare or cry

Ninety-three years gone by

With one last heartbeat so faint

Even the moonlight was louder

& that was all

As humble as a secret

As quiet as the mystery of you

There is no difference

Between the beginning

Of life & the beginning of death

The first heartbeat

As indistinct as the last

So promise me my Sun that in the middle

You’ll make as much noise as you can

For as long as you can