the cabin— half-home, half-empty—
the snow blanketed and extending
inside he. the hope. he
will stay like this, timeless: quiet
calm and caring as home can be.
such people exist in books or imagination
but I have him here in skin. in life
an open door for me
as if to say welcome
I desired this every-moment
believed a father like this could exist.
it is enough to know him
it is enough to claim him
come full storm
come cross country
come as family