Path 7: Maternal/Paternal

From beyond the awareness of your fingertips

I hold an illusion of control

within the umbra cast by your limitations.

This life is new to you

hands reaching

just far enough to say you’re here.

I know

that neither of us know enough, but

I see

that we are bound by strings of dependence

I hear

you ask for sips of water

just enough to stay with me.

The flowers nearby grow just enough

we know they change but can hardly watch

and some will shrivel away, burned by an abundance of sunlight

betrayed by generosity.

I know you are scared.

Just know I will be here with you

looking for every need I can

listening for your silence

a sign that you have changed

dried

bloomed

somehow crossed out of the shade.