The more I age, the more
I see my father and my father’s
father and my mother’s father
Like when you see yourself
repeated in opposing mirrors
I see an endless row of men.
Watching photographs I see myself
in black and white, in sepia,
I see it in the way they tilt their heads,
a jawline here, an eye, an ear,
I see my future in the way they aged.
And so the photo album melts
amalgamates into the me I meet
in shadows and in the mirrors.
Into the weight of DNA
the helix codes I carry.
In this crazy month of April I add another poem, I’m still behind but hope to get up to thirty. This is written for Kim who prompt us to write about the heritage we carry in our flesh at dVerse, maybe it’s an eye, your mouth. Go into the details and explain.
April 24, 2018