shade
Updated: Aug 3, 2022
my father formed me with his father’s hands
from his father’s fists
raised in anger
to whippoorwill shadows on the wall
i became my father born again
my insufficiencies
are his defeats
his dreams
are the bars i fail to meet
i see myself through my father’s eyes
like his father,
he is
colour blind
and what his eyes see
is absolute
we lie together
the farmer
the artist
and the poet
all of us
searching for respite
in the shade cast by
an ancient cross struck forever at a pass
Joshua Wiebe