Sitting on the sidewalk in the shade today, a truck drove by my corner.
I wish I could draw what I dreamt when I saw it pass.
The Bongo truck was in good condition, but you could tell it had been put to good use. The blue paint was worn off here and there to show rust, or dents.
In the driver’s seat sat a handsome man. Strong features; high cheek bones, good-natured smile, thick black hair and eyes that carefully surveyed the road. His skin was dark. Like you’d expect from a man who works outside. Maybe a construction worker, or a farmer. His white shirt made the contrast with his skin even more striking.
Sitting next to him, his son was looking out the window. Small, maybe 5 or 6 years old, but with his father’s good-natured smile. The child was looking out the big passenger seat window, watching the unfolding scene with great interest. All innocent and interested. Full of love for his father. The man who controlled what he was seeing. The most powerful man in the world.
I like to imagine the son’s love and admiration for his father. A man, who despite being a good and honest man, might not have the respect those qualities should give him. But he doesn’t care. When he’s driving his truck, maybe delivering something, or picking something up, or whatever else you can do with a truck, he knows there’s not better job. The way his son loves to look out the window and point things out to him makes him smile that good-natured smile they share. When his son laughs at a small dog leading his equally small owner, the man wants no other job. His eyes survey the road with such caution. He would never want anything to harm his son.
When they go home, his heart soft and tender with joy and love, he’s the proudest man. His wife senses his love. She returns it. She sees her son’s love. She wants to show him how much she love him but there are no ways to express that. She does all she can and she hopes that he’ll know how deep her love for him goes. He’ll know, if he hasn’t already understood. The parents want to cry at the beauty in their house. Outside, pollution and noise and a ruthless sun. Inside, calm and beautiful.
And me? I’m at my corner. I’m watching them drive away and I wonder what was behind that man’s eyes and his boy’s smile.