Dad On His Feet

I'll be a new father in August. The clock already started.

Should be in bed. Should be asleep. Instead, I’m wasting time. At least that’s what it feels like. I’m between books. I’m not working on a story, poem, or the novel. I’m looking at Craigslist and IKEA. Thinking about all the stuff that needs to get done in the next few months. Thinking about having a daughter and how so much will change. My metaphor has been high-diving. You don’t know what it will be like until your in the air and, so quickly, entering the water, a moment, an instance flashes by. The transition that you’re thinking of, or planning, happens and you find yourself there.

Soon though, the semester will end, and then we’ll have time to get the baby’s room ready. To shift things around the house. To welcome a new life into the world.