Sunday, June 09, 2019

New Paths (poem)

Grateful for new paths that emerge
from dark woods

at the edge of my frustration
and the end of what I know to do to help you,

we take the first steps --
me ahead --

you, knowing less,
behind.

I hold your hand,
still small,

so steady
for one so easily overwhelmed.

-- for Beckett

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