Father’s Day

At 6 o’clock in the morning the phone rings.
He has not been asleep or dreaming, but is
nevertheless in a somewhat hypnotic state.

In his mind’s eye he sees the man
swimming hard across the channel,
body resisting the pull of the tide.

Arm over arm, feet a-paddle, driving
driving across the water. He watches
and wonders what he sees.

The swimmer reaches the far bank,
climbs out of the water to stand up-
right, and turns, his arms in the air

victorious. I made it, he says aloud.
The man, his father, knows his son
and answers the phone, only to find him gone.