I have little to add on this day, 13 years after saying good-bye to my father, on my birthday. We will always be bound together, from beginning to end.
In the body of my father,
I was beginning to find perfection.
Even in his shallow breath,
his papery skin, his bloodshot eyes,
was a godly beauty. Watching
him begin to leave this world,
I forgave all flaws. He and I
together, sharing a
birthday and deathday,
passing long enough to know
each other. He was on his way
to resurrection, a rebirth of
himself out of this physical
world, into the world of
remembrance. My path
was intertwined – I would
build his world of remembrance,
burning the unnecessary, and
polishing the important. This
world I was making would
hold his godly self. This world
contained my possibility of
living a whole life, complete,
like his, at its end.
Amphibious 