Stumbily I laze
through
Sleepy visions that
might be dreams
my seeing is clear
but my thinking
is not.

In the restaurant
somewhat more cognizant
but a little less caring
I see a father
and his son
and I am touched.
The tall father
Kneels to listen
As the child points.

And the moment is love.
And in that
moment
I am a Father
and I am a son
And I smile.

                AcB        2.19.98