Rambo II

when i was like moocow age
i looked at my dad and wondered 
why he wasn't rambo 
was instead leaning over the kitchen sink in his underwear
eating some kind of bread 
gazing over his modest back lawn 

i was disappointed i guess and without an answer
this morning in the darkness though
as i use dad's unmistakable arms 
to methodically fill the filter basket
and hear him snore behind me
i posit something 
he just didn't want to kill people and yell unintelligibly

but it happened anyway 
and hey, neither did rambo
maybe your fate's your fate
maybe the harder you speed the other way
the more certain you are to miss the turnoff 
and circle back