MY FATHER Comments

I had occupied my place in this century for just a few days
When I met him.
He said he was my father
And his eyes shone as if he was seeing for the first time
A planet falling in the afternoon.

My father is well-mannered and as solid as a horse,
You can still see him going about with strength in his fingers
And his head upright, like a bird.

When I jumped from the barge of time
And all the clocks began to tock
I learned from his hands the secret of making things grow
Tied to the square root of space,
He slowly molded my gestures
Into the simple forms of ancient jars.
He was patient then,
Like he who waits on the day's banks for
The coming of a river.

My father, humble like a wild duck.
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