leaving felt like the best idea
leave them to their lives so well tooled return
to my own
engaged I was to their ways dinner on the patio
no evening wine long gone
rolling up to the table
my feet helped her move forward as if
before
now here my own
before
I find my footing again
yet still still
so still.
Is this the trust
faith
the prophets profess?
where are they now
rolling their knees just
under the dinner table…