In the night I spoke of my father again
how he vanished suddenly

In the night I saw my children climb
the high swaying staircase
leaving as they had to do

I saw my son and went to him slowly
not knowing how he regarded me
and hugged him and wept

So much had happened
I was so unprepared

I stood among the dark angles of my life
unable to grasp where I was

And then I saw through
into the shattered
treasure house of another day