“Father and Sun”
By Jeff Davidson
The incendiary pre-dusk disc hovers over the glasspane Hudson
Then balances precariously on faraway peaks of the Jersey shore
You, little boy, You so little boy must peer and perceive this
There will be others and others, but this day, this dusk
Will not come again.
I lift him from his tranquil amusements and carry him
Out onto the high-risen balcony for beholding
I guide his glance across the river and up to the ridges
Glare to glow, the burnished blood-orange sun
Slides and slips and sinks from sight
Behind the hulking hills
And is gone.
He turns his head toward the far lesser spectacle of me
There is imploring in his gaze and his eyes are misty moist
I feel the tightening of his miniature embrace, his breath at my ear
And then his plea: “Bring it back”.
He takes for fully granted my omnipotence
And in that instant I know I will honor that unconditional trust
Until the un-sunned world teaches him otherwise.
How beautiful! The memorable moment between father and son which will last a lifetime and then some. Wonderfully written.
Careful on the balcony — when my son was little and looking out the window he wanted to reach out and grab “Lady Moon.”
Lovely and touching. Thanks for sharing.