Your father is here
in his old apartment
which you haven’t seen
in quite some time.
You struggle to remember when he moved out
but it is not coming to you
quite so easily.

He is not walking quite so easily,
tripping around the clutter
in this messy studio.
It is bright in here,
sunlight shining on many dust particles
rattled by his crashes,
as he misses falling again,
aided by your presence.

“I’ve missed you,” he says,
“Your presence makes things easier.”
Just then he picks up the phone
and tries to make a call to his GP
and fails repeatedly
to make the right kind of connection.
You try to help.

The help you try
is appreciated but is not successful
as his phone seems more difficult to process
than you had suspected,

It may work better
a little later on.

You think this whole thing
may go better
a little later on.

A little later on,
you find you are thinking
a great deal
more clearly.