waiting
..so i watch
the ships go by
pink hands waving
the distant cloud moving
slowly
over the river..
my own moment of reckoning
has come and gone
i feel my son’s
small hands on my shoulder
smell his breath
breathing
on my neck
i hear him
saying
i love you
quietly in my ear.
..the sun is setting
now
sky darkening
to pitch
blackness..
i remember
the story of my own
weary arrival to
this place..
my gaze
my tears
rolling
down
my cheeks
big and warm..
setting me adrift
..why am i here like this
i have ask again
why have i come to
this place
by the riverside
where my burden
is heavy
my heart full
am i really
counting
signs
as if it were courage..
tell me brother.
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