how wonderfully meaningless to be in the world, to be her world, to be their world only. the house is coming around the bend, hallway done, frames being primed and eyeing new doors into and out of this place. we’re shopping for BBQ grills and patio sets that we cannot afford. she says, “our tastes are just too good.”
i am trying, desperately, to be here, to stay here, the here and now, where my daughter calls me to chase her, to teach her how to run. i’ve lost the ambition for this, been losing it for some time, but to love this, to love a family, to learn to be a father…
there is no ambition for that, but there is yearning and hope and fear and laughter at the madness of it all…