ON THE BIRTH OF OWAIN JOHN
Oh my son!
You have turned me
into a boundary
between my father
and the world to come.
What will you inherit from me?
For the first time,
my mortality has consequences
close to the heart.
I am no more last of a line,
a name striving for recognition
in the shadow of my forebears.
Therefore I ask-
with greater seriousness
than ever before,
as if it were a new question-
Who am I?
Yet I know, if I am honest,
that the answer I get
is not only likely to be
quite beyond me,
but also little more
than dawning light
upon your new day.
J.K.K - 1.7.78
