Impending)(Nameless...

Your heart beats for a father        

pacing forth n’ back inside 

the hospital corridor 

weary and frantic, thinking 

    in fear 

of losing his daughter,

cascaded into the memory missed

of an eight year old

clinching Daddy’s worn out fishing cap

on their annual camping trip.

She spurts, “Daddy, I’m like you!”

A swaying serenade in her laugh.

A prance to her step near the flickers of a campfire.

    He must wait.

Now forever racing [your heart] inside this chest of mine.

You were, I’m sure, quite emphatically divine

and I thank you.

            And mourn

              the unknown, emphatically divine.