This year we studied mythology
--Greek and Roman gods.
One of them was Janus, god of transition.
Transition means to change.
Poor Janus--looking backward,
looking forward. Always moving--
never in the here and now.
I'm like Janus.
I see my father as he was
before he left to fight the war.
Soon, I'll watch him turn civilian.
How he is today is what is unknown.
When he left I was six inches shorter.
Just a kid. Now I'm practically a man.
He won't know my voice when I speak.
I used to hate girls, but not anymore.
Dad knew me as a child, he'll know
me as an adult. But what about now?
Does Dad feel like Janus, too?
I wonder if he's as scared as I am?
When we meet we'll have to turn
our heads away from the past, turn
from the future, and look at us as we are.
Will we like what we see?
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