The Walk

( for Logan)

I’m honored to be
part of your sunset,

touched to be gently
ushered forward to the breach

of this road — not to go alone
but to be assisted as I go;

moved that we are together
on this though I am unsure

as to who ushers who
on this road, pushing quietly

yet inexorably toward a closure
that will send one of us forward

and one alone and back
the way we came. I am touched

and honored by the sunset itself,
finally; that those level warm rays

strike you almost as much
as they do me; you go forward

into them — my memory fails me
and I don’t know who goes forward,

who goes backward, which of us
stays in place, watching the other one go;

I only know darkness
holds off long enough

as I, certain at last, turn back from it
into fading light.

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onward,
T