Father’s Day

You take it all, you and your brothers:
my sleep, my leisure, my freedom,
my heart.
Daily I prepare myself
to lose myself,
to find myself
in the joy of your laughter,
the excitement of movement,
the power unlocked from discovering
words, actions, nodding or shaking,
the lands that lie open to traverse as your feet
become slowly, rapidly acquainted with walking.
Daily this,
all this, directs
my pulse, my choice, my chance, my being.
And I,
though it makes me less of an I,
am greater the more
you diminish me.
You finish me. You find me
and nestle your sticky fingers
in my ever expanding soul.