Foundation

I don’t think in practicalities, my mother’s voice
merged with mine in likeness

I plan on possibilities,
my father’s unspoken faith in me
my buoy and my foundation

He says not much, my dad
Just lets his eyes mist when they do
Mostly awash in emotion

She says mountains, my mom
Plans and clips and charts
Insuring and assuring

My eyes mist too
at nothing and everything

I am awash in emotion
with worlds to say

With words handed me by my mother
I speak the stuff of my father

Poised in service to the longward steps of time