My father and I, we check the locks–
that’s what the Abels do.
Neurosis passed along the line
just like his Craftsman tools.
I see him there, on his rounds,
nocturnal sealing rite.
Here I am, securing doors
against encroaching night.
There was a time when I asked
what does this signify?
Now we double check the doors
and do not worry why.