These tiny toes of mine
are dangling over
your strong , broad shoulders.
The view from here is dizzying
I feel as if I’m falling…
Those giant , weathered hands of yours
Wrap so gently around
my tiny defiant, ankles …
and my world wobbles…
I duck down under the Dogwood
Then rise up to re-meet the horizon
with my eyes,
where I find the mountains
are sculpting the skies …
I sway WAY back
and then up
and I AM DIZZY
and certain I am falling , but …
YOUR steps are so SURE :
“Hold on Marl, darling “ you say :
“I have you …you’re safe with me …”
