Remembering

From the picture of a triangular plot of land, to a meal stop on the train route through a desert land, my father's image comes into view: the connections of place and time, the step from dream to idea to memory -- but I don't have these things anymore. So much is taken away, this loss, this movement through life: creating concrete connections where there are only faint wisps, thinking there is muscle where there was only the long stretch, the waiting for something to begin.