Poem #2,142:

Of Being Fathers

by Mike Bell

13 August 2021

For WM

There is a sudden urgency

among my things – my son

is here – my youngest – not

an ours – he brings his cold

& sniffles [tested okay] – to

sit with me [& his device is

flicked at – phone & game]

& my day is tacked toward

one of value – I interact – to

head into that thing I have

been good at – for some – a

career as a father – as other

parents bury themselves in

other parents & dismissing

fortuitousness to head into

that thing [of being fathers]