three in the am

​three in the am

the flash of 
a storm
around the 
windows edge
above the bed in
which my son 

says suddenly 
dad dad as
a question 
and there at his 
side a man grey
in the dark room

it’s my father 
or is it or is it
who is it is it
a stranger 
or is it me

hello I say 
hello as a 
question

the window 
is open says 
my dad 

the three of 
us awake
in the guest
room together 
the next 
morning my 
son laughs at 
the way I said 
hello to my own
dad and asks 
if I was afraid 

I was afraid
and then I 
was unafraid 

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