Love 
is that giant 
bag 
of everything 
into 
which 
we 
might 
disappear 
without 
a trace 
& 
be found 
again: 
Even 
the parent 
you 
thought 
was 
lost. 

Father, 
gone to spirit 
before 
you reached 
my 
age, 
I am 
your 
dream 
of 
me 
& 
more 
& 
I will 
carry 
us, 
plucked 
from 
love's 
abyss.