Saturday, February 9, 2013

The Offering (c)

When I was in France,

a gentleman offered

me his arm

as I went down the stairs.

A strong arm --

To keep me from falling.

To keep me safe.

I cried, as I remembered that

kindness a year later.

Because where is this kindness

in Tarboro, North Carolina?

Another strong arm

is keeping me safe now.

Enfolds me,

and holds me close.

As we dance slowly around

the living room,

I exhale,


and peaceful.

Recalling this memory,

I go back to sleep,

and rest in the realization

that I am loved.

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