Daughters and Dads on Fathers Day
appear different
somehow
to viewing eyes
which find reasons for the blurring
seeing the aspirations
and the hopes
and the fleets of fancy
sailing in the blues and greens
of their soul gates
movements of shoulders and arms
tossed hair
tossed cares
shrugged worries
packaged and packed
in boxes and cases
in the whirlycues of gray
be they the clouds in the sky
or matter enclosed
in overflowing personal storage
which will be the only burden
to be carried away
and carried far
and carried beyond
to join millenia
in a picture of dads
running
and stumbling
and creeping
knowingly nodding
marching
to the unknown
Ahmet Celebiler
July 23, 2021
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