Waiting In The Wings #DVersePoetics

I braided a basket of my fingers,

in case I was required to catch

you

if you fell from any sort of height

or perhaps needed a boost

to reach a shelf

or a step

on a ladder I could hold

once I’d unwoven these hands

to grip the rungs better

if you eventually decide

to climb.

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15 Comments

  1. I love the thought of braiding a basket of fingers to catch someone and then unweaving them to hold a ladder. The things we’d do to protect those we love.

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  2. The waiting is infinite. After the children leave the nest, grandchildren arrive, and the dance begins again.

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