Incarnation

by Patricia Higgins | @patriciahiggins888

Me on a bike 

Strange, not routine

Not something that normally happened

And, with me

My Dad

On the other bike

That had been lying in the garage for ages

Pedaling away

My bike swerving in and out

As I struggled to find a rhythm, a flow

And, my Dad, to my amazement, struggling too

Not much, but a little

My Dad, ever competent and in control

Had entered into something 

He was awkward at

To be with me

On that late autumn afternoon

Perhaps a glimpse 

Of how it might have been for God 

To become one of us.