Lucky Boy My son's stocking feet sun themselves on the dashboard Our truck is pointed toward the campground The radio weatherman says rain, and lots of it But you wouldn't guess it from the bluebird sky
We talk of nothing and everything Four hours of driving yields a lifetime of conversation He tells me what he wants to be and asks my advice
Three days of freezing rain We walk, eat, sleep, cold water and gray skies He comes back from the creek (frog in hand) to find me packing "Daddy, can't we stay another day?"
Driving home now He asleep beside me, feet having returned to their dashboard perch I stop for gas The man beside me eyes the truck, our gear, my dirty clothes "Been camping?" I nod "It's a lucky boy whose father takes him camping" I smile
But later, driving toward the sunset Listening to him Watching him from the corner of my eye I think of how he's changed my life
And know I am the lucky one by Steven Givler
