I scan albums for photos of just my Dad and me as a newborn or baby. Disappointed there are none.
I search for him
beyond the sun
where the bay and sky meet
where some of his ashes
are free to roam
the memory of a final family outing
crabbing at the Keyport pier
I search his smile
through cancer's misery
where a daughter and father's love understood
tackles this heartprint
like a bluefish wrestling
at the end of the line
we wrangle to make
this moment magical
beyond the sun
where love sparkles
across the wild and blue
