With a turn of the spigot
Gravity departs for uncommon ground
The sound of coffee cups emptying upward fills the air
Ears searching for the presence of my father’s hand
Only find rolled up blueprints bound by disintegrating bands
Yesterday has run its course, old arguments fade
The anticipation of freedom running marrow deep
Parting ways, an escape to blow in the wind
The sum of all fears left a day behind
Courage to mouth the words out loud, finding my voice
It’s time