Before fatherhood
I did not feel lucky
Fortunate perhaps
Loved of course
But not lucky
Little man in arms
The wonders of creation are unfolding in front of my eyes
Inquisitive gaze
Gleeful smile
Pure instinct at every turn
With Rumi
The self doubt as faded
Belly Laughter
Tears of joy
Transmuting trust and instinct
This lucky father
The wind is in my sails
Buffetted daily, but sailing onward
With the sun & moon at my side
The odds are in my favour