I can’t help but smile.
She takes my hand.
But wait, wait…watch where you step…we must step
for the stars can only hold holy weight…
I say that I’m not sure my weight is holy.
I suddenly wish I could go with her.
She’s so happy, uninhibited. I want to see what she sees,
feel what she feels, my hand
We step carefully on the garden path,
step only where she tells me,
each tentative foot on a flat rock on the path…
I wonder if there are actual stars beneath my feet?
Can you feel it, my golden friend?
Can you dig it?
Yes, I can. I knew you could.
note: this piece of writing was in one of my too many notebooks…
it could be inspired by Anais Nin’s doors of perception….I do not remember
who wrote it, if I did, or whoever…does this ever happen to you? I’d ask don’t you hate when
it does, yet, I sort of like the mystery of it all…