I was out of touch.
I was off the grid.
I was on the ground.
I was dropping my father off.

I was on a pilgrimage.
I was visiting Mecca.
I was driving through boroughs
– all of them.
I was revisiting history.
I was leaving my dad.

I was going through mourning.
I was gone all afternoon.
I was out of network
and without reception.
I was putting pops at peace.

I was riding.
I was quiet.
I was picking up pieces
and letting them rest
where they belonged.
I was beginning to end
the ending.
I was abandoning parts
of my patriarch.