When
there is no more room
in
our mother's womb
we
go to meet our fathers
because
it makes no sense
to
stay in comfort
when
we feel adventure
pull
us forward
When
we feel the pull of the world
it
is often at the hand
that
helps us cross the street
for
the first time
It
may be only a finger we hold
and
when we reach the other side
we
let go for a second
until
the familiar voice
says
to come
take
my hand
come
with me
The
older we get
the
less the hand is there for us
we've
learned to walk to school
to
see our friends
the
other adventurers
with
whom we grow
and
get to know
their
smiles
their
happy voices
their
worlds beyond
the
houses where
comfort
kept us safe
Soon
adventures become challenges
some
we conquer
and
some we cannot
some
have no end
These
put clouds in our minds
the
fogs at the edge of thought
at
the edge of reason
across
the street
wider
than any street
we
dodge monsters in traffic
where
we never seem
to
find the next curb up
or
any hand to hold
This
is where some of us
find
ourselves
reach
for broken hands
only
to let go of all of them
We
reach for anything
that
will give us support
or
reach for something
that
often might be
cunning,
baffling, and powerful
that
won't let go
when
we want to go
then
we
just go
we
just go
where
we have not been before
to
seek a respite
from
the journey
to
no side of the street
when
we no longer want
our
feet on the ground
any
hands that help
and
an end to the darkness
we
go
where
we cannot
feel
the tears on our face
where
we no longer
want
to voice our pain
where
we imagine
a
comfort that surpasses
everything
we
cannot understand
We
go
even
when we know
that
all we leave behind
is
the empty space
where
others loved us
here
and now...
we
go
into
each others'
empty
spaces
where
you left us
with
tears and doubt
where
we try to fill each other
with
a higher power
we
cannot understand
and
hope you've found
on
the corner
across
the street
is
the playground
filled
with stars
from
where you once
came
to us
and
now return
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2013 by Barry G. Wick
ownership
and publication rights
granted
to the Wagman and Vickers families
in
perpetuity.
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