Resumen de High Tide
In weakness at 2 am I step onto a wave in my father’s storm-beaten feet: toes missing, bone shaved from infections that gnawed through until the only balance the body could find was within a walker or leaning on a cane.
Hair astray above eyes losing potency, the family looks aside as if we let them down by allowing the diabetes to wash through us, by not turning it away with love of the world or damming it off with a wall of will power.
