>through his rear-view mirror

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He hadn’t meant to crop from this photo the rearview mirror that framed it. He hadn’t meant to drive past the herd of antelope until he had driven by and realized the view from his mirror was memorable.
Next year my father will be eighty years old.
A few months ago, he posted a message on the web, looking for more relatives. Over the past five or six decades, he has mapped a family tree of Irish relatives with roots which trace from here to halfway to the moon. The Irish side of the moon, of course.
Last time I was home to visit, he had just returned from an expedition which spent a rainy day tracking the tracks of Mullan Road, a road that led to the slaughter of seven hundred horses. He was anxious to get back to his computer — he had email waiting to be read from someone new who was living somewhere else in the world and was related to the same great grandmother. Camera still strapped around his neck, he glanced into the kitchen where all sorts of his family (the leaves of his family tree) were preparing a turkey dinner. He shared a distracted wave and hello and retreated to his den.
 
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About redmitten

author of Cracking Geodes Open, Making Good Use of August, and The Peppermint Bottle. poetry editor for IthacaLit and YB Poetry Journal. website: https://toomuchaugust.wordpress.com

3 responses to “>through his rear-view mirror

  1. San

    >So glad the red thread pulled you my way today. I'm happy to be tugged here. I love these vast, becalming images, and I get a very real sense of your father, distracted from the actual family sitting at the table, tempted by the virtual possibilities of long-lost leaves of the tree.

  2. >Love the juxtaposition of the rear-view mirror images and your father's focus.

  3. >san-good to hear from you and your red thread. ever since i visited your artwork, i've been feeling that thread. it's good to hear the balance in this post worked for you – my dad is tugged by some other red thread and i think knowing he can trust in the security of his family sitting at his table, he's able to pursue what he pursues.hi kass-you know, i used to struggle more with my own focus on the past but for the past few years i've gotten better. i'm glad to hear you liked the juxtaposition – it took me until i wrote the post to realize it was there.

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