how long has it been since a girl took my hand like that
has it ever happened before
it felt familiar but I can’t remember . . .
walking to a dance at the lake when I was 10?
I must have dreamed it
it feels so familiar
this time 50 more years have run by girl is a strong woman and the innocence of her taking my hand now walking down off the trail, onto road lifts me softly up to the time when all my power was hope and vision
awes me to feel my own innocence still alive inside flowing outwards to be captured quietly and brought back to what was once so holy in me