- Vol. 05
The road was long. Each step I took You took one more. Your hand always in mine, Your steps echoed mine. We skipped light, Glancing off uneven Pathways like shallow Water tumbling over Glistening cold rocks.
Our braided arms swayed Like a rope swinging From an oak bough. Only when a sullen sun Dissolved like a lemon Drop on the city’s tongue Did our bodies turn to lead, Our eyes catch shadows That stole catlike to our door.
I gather you into my lap. You lean into the soft harbor From which you swam Shedding fins and gills For lungs, arms, and legs To walk dirt and cobblestone Roads, to fold damp blades Of meadow grass, to dig Your toes in the thick of carpets, To patter-dance on wooden boards.
Beside me a basin, a cloth, In tepid water, each bare foot Sinks to the ankle. I cup and pour Droplets. They dance and ping On the surface of the pool. My hand breaks the water’s calm. I dip your foot to cool the burn, To soothe the ache of tiny steps Taken in my weary wake. Now I bathe, I tend the child, Who one day must walk alone.