November 13, 2017Poem
Show me the way
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Show me the way
Lightly sits the hand
Rest on me
There is a following wind
It carries promise
Freshly gathered
The comforting aroma
Of corn
Newly harvested
Powder dry husks
Blow in the breeze
Haystacks of childhood
A fortified playground
The salt of a distant ocean
Heavy with
The aroma of kelp
Would that we were sailing
On a crystal sea
The closest thing to heaven
Outside of fatherhood
The baby’s cry
The first look
Of recognition
The small hand softly
Clenched around a little finger
The joy in the eyes of a bride
Tears mingled
In the vows of betrothal
Show me the way
Every road
Has a destination
Some less well defined
For the wearied traveller
Walk with me
Temper my anxiety
With the courage
To break through
The suffocation
Of indecision
Stifling any
Progress
Even as it is made.