the dirt and the light

it started with a flat tire, busted wheel, little boys sprawled out, waiting, hope fading, excitement deflated

and then came Dad, hero as always, saved the day

and off we went through rocks and hills, mountains rising, into the dirt and dust, the wind blasting and the light baking

the dirt – it scrubbed us clean

soaking in to our pores, windswept and nothing matters but a little bit faster

riding it all away and this is the moment, two little boys and this is why

and the light fell golden, sinking down, a minute longer, lingering, grinning

and we fell sweaty, glimmering and caked with the earth – into eachother’s arm

the dirt – it is scrubbing us clean

and we drove home, through perfect light and the Father’s love