Thinking about my Dad in Heaven

Driving toward the moon,

I watch it absorb the dimly lit blue sky

into its pores. It slowly shrinks

as if driving away, but we are

driving toward it. It appears close,

like a moving picture on the windshield,

but I can't touch it no matter

how far we drive. I think about my father,

how sometimes he feels near, but he is

so far away. The invisible sky

slips through the slit in my window,

making my hair surge
frantically like a flag left in a storm.

Jennifer Kurth
 
"Thinking of My Dad in Heaven" won First Place in the Junior Division
of the 2009 Kent County Poetry Contest.

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