Majestic Paradox

     THE SAME POEM

Caught in the act

of fatherhood and you surround me

boxed in and unknown

writing the same poem

doors swing freely

sill sitting becomes forte

unnoticed hinges hide

lost in polished wood

and clocks tic and toc

writing the same poem

symbols and metaphors pose

writing becomes today

unexplained angles fit tightly

turning blocks of geometry

writing the same poem

fatherhood carries out

in patterns from all you know

writing the same poem