Watching Dad Die

What is the movie

he’s watching?


His eyes darting

back and forth

and a smile

curling his lips

As magic flashes

from his eyes

and he looks at me

as if to say

oh yeah…


I know some things


This is not

what I expected

In the arrogance

of my youth

in my 64th year

I thought I knew

how it would be


The way he would face

the ultimate

The way he would

look away

from the light

and struggle

to stay on the ground


Even now

oh so many years on

I am again discovering


I don’t know anything


My intellectual


honed and polished

with years of practice

and decades

of smug contempt

lies shattered

on the floor

at the feet

of this playful

crazy clown

scientist, journalist,





And my mind

rushes back to

the spillway

where we would

never catch a fish

or by the campfire

under stars

that he would point to

and name every one


And he would raise an eyebrow

and give a slight



As magic flashed

from his eyes


As if to say


Watch me son…


I know some things.