Dad’s Home

It’s funny, but until I write this, it’s not true.
Kabir said something about this, in a different way.
Welcoming the father into the sun’s house
Good fortune, family continues.

What is this stone, once a mountain,
Now a mere enigma on my doorstep
Moving closer, around the shrines
I invoke my father’s return to home,

Here. Now, Forever more,
Until all words and languages
Are forgotten and obliterated
In the silver light of silence

He will then speak again
Like the risisng sun
Today across another world
Where things are just a little better

In that small town in Iowa
Laying in the corn
Little Billy, Does
Get his Daddy back

And everything
Everything,
Is
O.K.