A Way Back

Damn that foolish soul and all of the joy that the passage of time takes and gives.
Damn that stubborn soul, and the decades spent searching for a little glory hidden in the prisms of infinite possibilities, and finally finding a little bliss, a fragment of salvation, in savoring the simple joy of having everyone together again. A groovy Father's Day, a simple happiness never imagined in my own youth, they, no longer exactly ours, busy with valedictories, taking center stage, medals polished to a high burnish,keeping the beat, traveling the world, daring to burn bridges between here and childhood and yet always finding a way back home again.
--Brooklyn Beat