Even There

 Arms raised,/

I reach out,/

take one step into the dark/

that spins my head/

and turns my ankle;/

The wall leans/

into my heavy head fall/

but hits your back.//

The skin on your hands/

warms mine/

as you set me aright.//

We take the next step.//

Even there Your hand shall lead me,/

And Your right hand shall hold me.

    David's 139th poem

L T. c  1/23/2025