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

self-superiority

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,

teacher

husband

father

 

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

smile

 

As magic flashed

from his eyes

 

As if to say

 

Watch me son…

 

I know some things.