Dad
Soccer coach, solid
Underwater swimmer,
Dad there beside, driving us to school
With donuts sometimes,
On so many Sonoma County hiking trails,
Riffing in blues and West African rhythms
Spring lake like a dolphin around
Up and down through the water
amphibious
River, the spillway, follow fish into eddies, the depths,
Marlboro reds by the radio front window
Beer in hand
Hearing a game
There beside us
Our Dad
Picks us up
After school
After work
Drops us off
Lovely drives
Through the farmland
All misty
many mornings
Astonishing vistas
and frequently, hot-air balloons!
Drive by vineyards like ribbons through the magic land
Dad was a Dad to me
So loved to jump into his arms
As Naia does mine now.
ZL Dad's Day 06
