mostly

There are times he wants
to run
away
from it all. He wants them – some
of them, not all – to finally wonder:
where is he? is he ok? what is his life
like?
He wants some of them – not all –
to consider
things, for a moment, from his
view, from his world, from the way
he saw that things were. And he wants
them
to miss him, just a bit. He knows
it is selfish and maybe silly and
perhaps even
a
bit
narcissistic – ouch -- but, so what? He allows
himself that, for a moment, for a
second, for, ok, maybe an entire
day.
Because tomorrow, he will be, again,
like his father was and as he strives
to be: steady, steadfast,
and maybe mostly imperturbable.
Mostly.
Mostly.
Mostly.