One of them very much like mine.
ZAPPED
As if by a stun gun,
by the most unexpected
encounter, the entire
top of my head tingles.
I stand
trembling, unable to
totally comprehend
what seeing those eyes
might mean to me.
Awed.
Frozen in place. Heart
quickstepping. Breath,
a shallow draw.
I am pulverized
by
the weight of one fragile
moment. Denial descends,
a threadbare shroud. Maybe
I have it all wrong. But
simple
reasoning convinces me
otherwise. I don’t know why
I’ve never seen my father
before, but I reel in the
recognition
that I’ve seen him now.
I just want to know,
who is he?