My son is in up to his thighs,
?trying to muster the courage
?to swim to a ?raft in a mountain lake.
He doesn't see me
?watching from the hotel
?half-submerged in a hot tub.
?I fight the urge to jump up and
?race alongside him while I still can.
?I'd yell Go Scotty-boy you can do it!
?Instead, as I crowd the warm-water
?jets with my joints, I pray.
?May he get where he wants to go.
Not long after, as the water soothes me,
he raises his arms and dives in,
?strong sure strokes toward the ?float.
© by Kevin Arnold.
Used with the author’s permission.