Death of the Father
 
Windows and walls
can’t contain all that runs
through this house,
a waterfall that never
ceases, fills up every room,
every corner, every crack,
spills into the streets.
Neighbors wade through it
without noticing, drive cars,
walk, jog, ride bicycles.
For the family, there is no
lifeguard, no lifejacket, no life
that can be conceived in the
After – only the Before
of memories.