Going to see The Man
What keeps a man from going to see his daughter?
What fear looms large enough?
How deep does pride run?
What form of denial, what need to be right, what misconceptions?
What?
When The Man won’t see the daughter, then the daughter must go to The Man
The Man who seemed 10 feet tall and whose features were obscured and blurred
like a silhouette through a stained glass window
The Man who took on mythic proportions in the mind of child
book-fed by dr. seuss and the bronte sisters.
When The Man won’t see the daughter, the daughter learns men from two timing
neighbors and horny middle schoolers.
Or other no counts who live up to her low expectations
When The Man won’t see the daughter anger piles up like garbage in a back alley
Its stench seeps out into pristine streets and messes with the aroma of your McDonald’s french fries
And when the daughter finally does see The Man,
what does she see?
She sees a man through her anger
She sees pride through her sorrow
She sees weakness through her pity
And she lets go…
She lets go of anger
She lets go of hate
She lets go of sorrow
And she lets go of questions like
What keeps a man from going to see his daughter?
What fear looms large enough?
How deep does pride run?
What form of denial, what need to be right, what misconceptions?
What?
MiKo
November 3, 2005
