Unravelling and weaving, sometimes simultaneously

Hello My Name Is

someone brought me
your five year coin today
and she said
she would be coming
to the service

She did not know you
and she does not know me
but we are still connected
by that coin
by her respect for your journey
and my part in it

She held my hand
and told me it was going to be okay
in a gravelly voice
her eyes big and swimming
with unshed tears

I knew she was saying it to herself
as much as to me

We are all hanging on
to the edges of a spinning world
holding hands
makes sense

(c) RCGA, 2014


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