From Heaven, My Father Sends His Regrets
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Son, you still don’t know squat about fishing. ICouldn’t teach you the bait, the hook, howThe line sings, the fuzzy ride to meet the morning.Explain to me how a boy could turnFun away so fast; you so sure you knew stupidWhen stupid pulled up at 4 a.m. and your uncleAnd me, we became black sparrows, flashlights burningOur lawn for worms. All you had to throw back at meWas stubborn, and stubborn worked. It’s whatYou forgot when your poems resurrected meAnd I turned, in your words, into an oaf. I offeredYou a place to wade with me. What do you want, NowThat you’re grown, now that you’re curious? [End Page 38]
Cornelius Eady, poet, playwright, and songwriter, was born in Rochester, NY, in 1954, and is the author of Brutal Imagination and most recently, Hardheaded Weather (Putnam, 2008). His latest chapbook/CD, Singing While Black, was released by Kattywompus Press in 2015. He is a co-founder of the Cave Canem Foundation and is currently the Miller Family Endowed Chair in Literature and Writing and Professor in English and Theater at The University of Missouri-Columbia.
