Rewind

Does everyone remember their father’s hands
Tapping the kitchen table with his middle three fingers
Turning the pages of the newspaper
Pointing to a map then touching his lip
Pushing the cassette in to fast forward eject select
another cassette, ribbons rustling rewind searching
Looking for that old song,that one ghazal
that will take him back to somewhere he used to be
And maybe you’ll go with him and finally understand