Actually, maybe,
he was there…
always.
He never sought,
never wavered, never altered
never pointed the pin from the peculiar
to perpendicular
never adjusted his view to the birds
or planes
or thin black dots that meandered to the
horizon;
but kept his safely buttoned,
unchanging eyes fixed
on me
as I wavered,
as I altered
and found my way home.










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