together, alone, with others, alone
alone, yet over there
you, too, steps in the sand
gentle footfall, such softness
which means I rarely notice
you, too, are here
and we, walking in the desert
A look? A glimpse?
A moment to see?
And, in my hand, I carry this
this which I’ve carried for years
weight in my fingers, holding it
for fear of dropping it, fear of letting
it go, because what then? What would
I be without this?
And then to turn, to move towards you
to look into your eyes, to give you
all that I have been carrying
and to feel you take it, to know
it is safe,
before we walk, together, alone
we walk on.
Nigel is a Focusing-oriented practitioner and a tutor on Metanoia's MSc in Creative Writing for Theraeutic Purposes and Practitioner Certificate.