I never knew what to say.
I’d mumble greetings toward my feet,
Dad would nudge my shoulder, “Look them in the eye.”
Early summers, fishing out at the bay,
We’d catch and throw in silence, an enormous defeat,
And down below the plankton, they had something to say.
Where did time fly and leave me astray?
Each intersection was one I couldn’t meet,
Opportunities left knocking, like a blind man’s eye.
Go now rigid through the day,
Like music that doesn’t fit on a sheet,
That doesn’t sit well, born to say.
He and time passed, the good go away
He let out his mast and joined the fleet,
And the father reminded me, “A tooth for a tooth is an eye for an eye.”
I was never the type to ask if I may
And strangers, I could always greet,
But friends…the more they say,
The quicker they turn to thimbles in my eye.