In My Father’s Field

In my father’s field I stood
I felt his longing
For something he could not name

In my mother’s old room
By her empty bed
In the place she used to dream
I felt her fragile heart
And her courage to open it
Just enough

In my brother’s house
By the peeling wallpaper
In the room that was never quite complete
I finally understood
Why he never understood
And I wept myself clean

Father, mother, brother
Were you not as I was?
Trying to close a broken circle?
Seeking resolution?

Now, at last, the circle is unbroken
Now, at last, we meet

We’re not so different,
you and I.