Sport 39: 2011
Father’s conversations with God
Father’s conversations with God
Today the man upstairs said no vacancy.
Knowing the white picket fence of sky
repaints itself every night, Dad keeps looking up.
Patience is leaving him alone with her ailing
entourage. Cardiac arrest is what he says
he worries about. The little black book is lost.
(The little red book is also gone.)
Next to him in the hospital an even older
man explains: In my village they say
if he misses your gate the first time around
you’ll have to wait an eternity or at least
until he’s done his rounds before he remembers
you again. The little white book is his chart.
(The little red book is mine.)