I remember
Her little hands
Clutching the edge
Of her playpen;
Her toes as she tried
To climb
The mesh
That surrounded her.
I watched from far,
Caught her before
She fell over the edge.
I'm watching,
I watch myself from far.
Caught in the dark mesh of grief
That surrounds me
My hands holding on,
As I try to climb out.
I hope I can catch me,
If I fall.
