Dogs 2011

UMBILICAL NOOSE
(3/7/11)


she
sees him
adrift

aimless

apathetic

he points
to minor
indications
refuting
her condemnations

she tightens
her demands
clasping
at diminishing
control

he struggles
for some
fingerhold
of escape

autonomy

I sit
quietly by
hoping that
this dynamic finds
some satisfying
resolution
for them both

when I do
interject
at their request
she tells me
that I do not
understand
having never
fathered
a child

he smiles
and nods
considering my comments
outdated

out of
touch

each
of them forgetting
that I was once
21
with a mother
just as overly
concerned
with my
welfare

I remember
hearing
and saying
many
of the same
questions
commands
rationalizations
and profanities

I survived
and eventually
prospered
in my own
peculiar
non-materialistic
fashion

my mother
eventually did not
although
my decisions
were not
the cause
of her death

neither
of these two
seem to
realize
how good
their relationship
really is

I hope
that they
take the time
to consider
they may never
again
be as close
as they are
today
in their
seemingly tragic
deliberations

to see
the roll
of my mother's
eyes
in response
to another
of my impractical
life choices
would now
be a joy

tears
of frustration
in their eyes
they retreat
to separate areas
of the house

I go
to the kitchen
and look out
the window
to the final
resting place
of my mother's
ashes

my crying
long done