poem for dad

i gazed upon the glorious sky
are you alive?
over the river they beckon to me
did you ever hear of
who is the runner in the skies
be in me as the eternal moods
one by one, like leaves from a tree
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
there were three in the meadow by the brook
i am a woman
glass-blower of time
rocked in the cradle of the deep
there is no escape by the river
the sun is up