to the careful
observer the bald
spot's morphing
state reflected
planetary bodies
in flux
"You can" he said
(in a moment of lucid - a stacato
frankness)
"use my head to
chart a passage
through the stars"
"I get that" I said
and
as I reached over
to put a meal
across his lap
I saw the stars
of Orion open up
a bead of sweat
that was my grandfather
rolling past my departed
father
and falling gently into
an abyss
of worn linoleum
