For My Father


On a hot summer night, I walk along a strange road in the darkness, a way I have not travelled before, but a way that is somehow familiar. Then I see him half-shadowed in the moonlight, approaching me with the swirling cosmos in his eyes and fresh soil from the grave still clinging to his clothes. I am not afraid. He is barefoot and looks relaxed and happy. I ask, “What do you know now?” He smiles and says, “I know that I love you.” Then the moon slips behind a cloud and we part. For now. 

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