A Hand

May 3, 2012

At this exact time I find myself
lacking in motion and opportunity

—an expectant father to a barren womb—
waiting for calmness to fall like a cloud—
a feather descending to still water—

it helps to have a hand to hold: yours
amid the reign of distrust, the rain of memory.

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