a poem to my father based on the events of June 24th, 2009

between worlds

a sly and silent shape, the in-between
one spirit's cause to leave a human place
and one brought in to share what we have seen
perhaps the moments crossed their paths in space

between worlds

when life itself can enter and escape
clear lines are blurred and mysteries are shown
when seams between our worlds appear agape
our palpitating presence shows we've known

between worlds

a moment's masterpiece of raw abandon
rushing from the fingers and the tongue
a supplication of the sometimes random
a heart, once beating, resurrects the young

between worlds

you never guessed my final moment's figure
played out as beats of time upon the rungs
an ancient call to wisdom's final measure
and sips of breath all taken until done

between worlds

from my autonomy to my creations
i fly with Virgen eyes into the sun
electric sparks that drove our obligations
can slip through all the fingers that have clung

between worlds

you held the soul-dust skipping on your palm
you met the eyes and flesh of time's parade
you stood the in-between where logic calms
to guide the leaving gently through the fade