I drew a line in the sand
small but visible
and there you were, father,
on the other side.

I triumphantly dropped my pack
                           off of my back
straightened my shoulders
got the cricks out of my neck
and looked at you
triumphantly.

Red faced, unashamed.

You opened your arms
And began to walk in an arc.

I thought, “surely you are not
circumventing the line
my space
my wall!”

My heart.

I looked and my line itself was an arc,
a circle to keep you out
a perimeter you were walking,
arms opened.