I have to close my eyes to sharpen the edges of him.
I hold his hand and am impressed by the hard skin, his roughness.
This weatherbeaten man who doesn't come home enough.
This adventurer who goes away for months on end
to fill up on experiences and stories to be told seriatim.
They called him Teapot Kelly,
he was always drinking tea,
he was a merchant sailor
and he sailed the seven seas...........