I'M SOCIALLY DISTANCING FROM TODAY

WHO CAN TELL

THE NEVER-NAMED

WAYPOST OF WITTERING

I cannot fall through you

This valley runs between wrists

That weighed a world and found it worth the cradling

Cushioning fingertips that meet in mercy

Touching wet cheeks that turn the other way

The trinity of joints that lift my sinking

Balancing grace like rain that falls to quench

Pleading

Coaxing

Holding

Bolstering

Cherishing hands

Underpinning my downward spirals

Undergirding the flimsy in me

Stabilising with a parent's tender

Soothing the bruises

Handling hurts like gathering gossamer

Filbert nails point forward, onward, upward

No fluster or waggle

No matter how fragile

Patient palms

Nurturing, nestling

I cannot fall through you

My Lord, my All.