Fate Never Stood a Chance Against my Father

My father would never let me forget:

“Only boring people get bored, Anna.”

He never let us forget what annoyed us the most.

He kept us grounded.

The many sides of my father

come and go at mercurial speeds.

He lunges outward like the many appendages of a squid.

A flow of steady differences 

causing mutiny in our prediction of what is next.

Fate never stood a chance against my father.

I guess, he never saw such promise in something so sealed.

Secret places of hiding were never his style.

He was a moving ball of kinetic energy

open and furious,

unleashed.

But gentle when he swept you away.

And did he sweep us away.

Even amidst our annoyed eye rolls

and heaving sighs,

His point was always made.

We were, at the very least,

never bored.