A Father’s Day Sonnet

Somewhere else
there is a perfectly quiet
moment unused by anyone
in a field perhaps
or a road without cars
and I will never find it
and it will never know me.

I can only hope that someone else
will come across it
and do the decent thing
because the idea of such a moment
going silently to waste
would make me sure that fate
was simply taking the piss.

for Audie McCall on the precipice of a second child
June 2005