Son

What is fatherhood?

It is as if
I have been pushed
into a darkened room
urged on by my wife’s voice
as I stumble into walls,
furnishings
and fixtures.
With the baby’s arrival
she received a flashlight
that illuminates for her
alone.
But eyes do adjust,
and in the new gloaming
I see shapes and textures,
space and layout.
I see the face of my son
like a lamp lit for me.
I see this room is actually full
of love and family.
What is fatherhood?
A journey from the darkness
Into the light,

into the light.