Day 3

Yesterday we talked of dreams
Disappointed.
Or rather--I talked.
He listened.

My father and I walk today side by side
Eyes fixed on the road ahead
Hearts intent on each other.

We pause
I rid my shoe of an unwelcome pebble
But its exodus is uncertain.
We continue

Now I tell him of a new dream
A hope
Improbable, yet not entirely
Unreasonable
And he didn't laugh.

Later thumb brushes over naked heel and feels
A dent
Left by the stubborn pebble in my thick flesh
So thick that I didn't notice it anymore.

And although I acquiesce sometimes
To disappointment
Discontent
I don't have to stay there.
I choose to walk on.