"AND WHEN DID YOU LAST SEE YOUR FATHER?"

You exist in the space
between breath and breath

the space between
second and second

thought and thought
the interstices of being.

This is where you live
since your dying

between time and timelessness
between forever and now

hiding you when Death
comes knocking.

"And when did you last see your father?"
Death demands.

I hold my breath
like living underwater.

I deny any
sight of you.

Death leaves as
it arrives

in a rage
claiming that it owns you.

And so, again
I breath you

back to life.

Live here father

between one second and the next
between one thought and the next

the interstices
of being.

I will not let Death
own you.