DEATH AND RESURRECTION ON THE ROAD OF RESTLESS AGING

JUNE 12, 2013

we drove for pleasant miles in the
right direction, veering hard off-
course on cue: all the appropriate
ages and questions insecurities
raging, whistling winds to twist the
road signs that weren’t ever there.
we drove for fleeting years in the
silence of a young and innocent
bliss, then i opened the door and
jumped out: injuring me confusing
the car cutting some unsuspected
furrow deep and red in you cut
when you swerved, so hard, to
protect soft hands of a son. the
vehicle has long-since passed into
the fires of a fading youth -
monument to a prior way of life
like ash. and we are not unscathed.
we are not naive. we are walking
side-by-side: father-son, toward
home along a path we’ve made
ourselves, without a map.