geometric center

i have had many doubts

and lord knows many grave mistakes.

sitting here at 44,

looking forward at my father

piling up the faggots of his

own

funeral bier.

looking backward

at the son like a rolly-polly bug,

bundling up at

the slightest suggestion of

a different way to move.

It’s none of my business anyway

would just like to save him

some pain that he didn’t need

anyway

he’s had more than his share

thanks in no small part to

my poor choice of wombs

would he have every been?

if i had never taken a second

look at

that person?

at the halfway point, i am thinking of

these things.

© 2011 jack fisher