My father

You're always rushing

always one step ahead

ten steps ahead

a hundred steps ahead

(what is it 

that is so urgent?

must you always 

run this fast?)

I'm always on your heels 

reaching out

almost touching

hoping

for a mere glance.

And one day

it happens

I trip 

and you hear me

and you glance back

just once

-but enough.

(and what 

does the sight of me 

mean to you?

absolutely nothing

at all.)