I remember my Daddy’s
little black S10 – I learned
to drive in that truck
with him in the passenger’s
seat taking the backroads
on Sunday afternoons.
Dad imparting life wisdom
and stories of his youth,
commenting on the weather
and our deep conversations
of politics and religion.
Maybe that’s why I still
prefer to go the long way,
off the beaten path,
winding, an adventure –
I think of dad and my
last moments of
childhood stretched
along the miles of those
Eastern Kentucky hills.