I read this very much as Mark does. An aging father who is aware of mortality in dialogue with a daughter with whom he has had an uneven relationship. (How could I not see that, though? Me with the turbulent daughter?) Now there is a granddaughter who will have visions "I shall never see." It's almost too much for me, me with the granddaughters I can't get enough of. (I'm putting in the disclaimers in case they're blinding me.)
There is so much to like--"the haunting queerness of not-here-ness" is perfect. It manifests so well always mystifying time. How, regardless of how simple it seems on top, it is the underlying mystery of all being. I decided a long time ago that wisdom is awareness of time and this states that beautifully.
There isn't much more to say. The dialogue continues and paints a concise picture of their relationship, which is universal and uniquely theirs. It's a really strong poem, Nemo. I don't know where it came from but I hope it is or will soon be published somewhere.
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