ALL

ALL

Letting go easy

forthright and courteous,

a stagnant example

of sunshine,

held in rough hands.

 

And the grip

is not contemplative,

always rubbing

the wrong way,

like sanding cupboards

against the grain.

 

I can stand the ridicule

but not the pain,

forgiving;

that’s another matter

altogether.

 

These, the steps

taken from me,

and I want them back.

 

As if anything were left,

at all.