21 May, 2017
Power
True that tenderness never stoppedÂ
a bomb, got a man electedÂ
president, or netted billionsÂ
in market shares. But when
my father stands in the wedge
between car and car door,
clutching the frame and trembling,
and my brother positions the wheelchair
behind him, grasps him under the arms,
guides him into the nylon seat
for the hundredth time as gently
and unhurried as the first,
I want to bow down.