Waiting In The Wings #DVersePoetics

I braided a basket of my fingers,

in case I was required to catch


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.


Image by Pexels from Pixabay




  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.

  2. Sounds like a parent who is preparing for any emergency. Hoping the fingers are what and where they need to be should the occasion arise.

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

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