Father

I must speak to you
as you sink
into the contours
of the dusk, beside me.

Desperate rain pounds
the windscreen. Yellow
streaks leap suddenly up
from the glazed sheets
of black road ahead.

Lightning wounds
the sky, spastic,
combed
with bludgeoning
booms.

Yet I feel
that you really know
how much I’ve needed
to share with you
my love.