ever notice about holding on
that you’re less secure
less sure-footed
when you hold on
by yourself,
on your own
foot in front of foot?
you’re almost there,
just walking.
once the thought comes in –
“hold on”
then,
a little doubt enters,
a little shaky-ness.
so just walk,
foot after foot.
no, reach out.
there you are,
no doubt
Annick Abrams started grad school at 40 and is always with mind a-swirl, experiencing deep joy that transforms a swirling mind into words.
How finely textured this poem is. I can see and feel it. Thank you for this.