I see you there
on the ground
writhing in pain,
crying out
and I am overcome,
all at once,
with my own weakness,
my ineptitude,
my impotence,
my ability to make this right.
Now,
I am suddenly a naked child,
standing in the face of a hurricane
and somehow
I must break the storm,
or be obliterated.
I
don’t know what to do,
but I must do it quickly.
No time for thinking,
only action.
I do
the only thing I can think of;
I pick you up
and I run.
HG – 2019
