guillermo, out of repose

in doing so

i do yes, i do
take two knees to the car­peted
floor of my daughter’s room and,
with her fore­head on the meat of
my right arm, show her, with
accu­racy, how it is that she
is watched over.

she does yes, she does
man­age to sit through what
seems like a onesid­e­dun­di­a­logue
and she does, yes she does man­age
to catch on to the rou­tine of
the thing, and say, in turn,
prompted by my pause, a word
of agree­ment, a yes or yessir that,
for her, might be more of a period
than a nod. regard­less we

do and, in doing so, so
it is done.

how­ever it
occurs to me that
although there is much
to be said for
doing out of habit, more is
said from an uncon­di­tioned
tongue than can be said
by any instinct (if
there were ever and evenif to con­sider
it most assuredly would be this one)
so, it occurs, to me now,
and did when i first set out to
make this cov­er­ing known to her that
rhythmic-this-and-rhythmic-that
then empty-line then empty-line
though seated in the lap of

odd tra­di­tion is dia
met­ri­cally opposed to this art
of depo­si­tion, as there exists
a very leg­i­ble style guide
gov­ern­ing this phenomena.