AUBADE ABOUT DAD He's already gone when you get up, made the coffee and had his first cup --a milk carton still out by the pot he left on for you and your Mom who's sleeping in.  Where's he off to?  No need for years now without any cows to get up so long before the sun, before birds have begun their songs. And this late summer morning he's not got to trek to the job in town.  He's on --cheer here-- vacation!  Is his pole still stored in the stairwell?  He may be waiting along the bank for a bite. Or maybe just for first light.  If your own eyes are rising toward it like fish, his, with the farmer he used to be still behind, must take it like cream. When he gets back in, check his eyes and see whether their coffee colour contains dream or remembering.