Discernably Distant

I see
Looking now
the fragility in my father
The gray hairs
once saturated with colour
now thinly curled
around his head
offering little protection
from the beating sun
That confident stride
crept away
leaving nervous control
with each step
An active mind
caged in an inactive body
Smoke captured in a glass box
Looking now
I see

I hear
Listening now
My father's voice
the tone
once discernibly distant
now mellowed
patient
deliberately delivered
Words I can finally receive
without wrapping them in guilt
or suspicion
Relinquishing control
with each exchange
those doubts
Screams captured in a glass box
Listening now
I hear