See Frank Verkley’s Pictures of the USAGE:
FINDING THE FATHER
My friend, this body offers to carry us for nothing—
This body offers to carry us for nothing—as
The ocean carries logs. So on some days the body wails
With its great energy; it smashes up the boulders, lifting
Small crabs that flow around the sides.
Someone knocks on the door.
Someone knocks on the door. We do not have time to
dress. He wants us to go with him through the blowing
rainy streets, to the dark house.
We will go there, the body says. And there find the
father whom we have never met, who wandered out in a
snowstorm the night we were born, and who then lost his
memory, and has lived since longing for his child. Whom
he saw only once….while he worked as a shoemaker, as
a cattle herder in Australia, as a restaurant cook who
painted at night.
When you light the lamp you will see him. He sits
there, behind the door….the eyebrows so heavy, the for-
head so light, lonely in his whole body, waiting for you.