Father's Day Lake Trout

The cord cut

lungs full of the magic ether

we who walk the earth upright

share

the sound of your cry

so sweet

your day of birth

a circle spun.

They could celebrate a holiday

for fathers

anyday they wanted

for me the day I became one

most special.

The Father's Day Holiday,

you shared it,

morning sun cutting through mist

to form a rainbow;

and as I turned the boat

between the pine tipped

islands of the north

hooked the ancient trout.

You were there for me at the end

of a struggle

net in hand.

Together

we landed that trout

a team, a bond,

father and son

held through eternity

because you were there.

I miss you son.

Nevermore than when I return

to that sacred lake

after you left us too young.

Let me be the net man

next time.

~~ Phil Specht