Happy Father's Day
is about forgiveness and light;
we come from dark places, enclosed spaces
snug and warm, from our mother’s womb
to a marble tomb
and in between is one shot
one poem, one passionate night
one father, one mother
one daughter and another.
Dylan Thomas said “Do not go gentle into that good night,
…Rage, rage against the dying of the light,” and
you and I take it to heart.
From you, I got rage. From you, my mad zest
my unapologetic opinions and voice
The truth that there is beauty in drama and noise.
Discordant. Mad. Cacophonic.
The sound of the five am dumpster.
The click-clack of spoon against #1 Dad
The Cremation of Sam McGee
long division at the dining room table
getting in front of that ball, getting down on one knee.
In On the Road, Jack Kerouac wrote, “The only people for me are the mad ones,
the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes ‘Awww!’”
That’s you, “centerlight pop,” Awwwwwwwwwww,
and that’s me,
I am desirous, eccentric and grateful for everything.
Every second the sun lights up your face
Every time I hear you laugh.
I love you, dAd!!!!!
micki-moose, Father’s Day, 2011