“If only, If only†came a long, heavy sigh
“If only, If only†came my sorrowed, repeated reply
Bent over and torn up
Head shaking side-to-side
Elbows on my knees
Head bowed, wallowing in my mind’s tide
Contemplating my complicated conversation
Re-arranging thoughts, changing directions
Not knowing where it’s all going
The voice speaks up
“You’ve got to keep goingâ€
Out comes my reply
“First I’ve to rise to my feet,
First I’ve to start moving.â€
A minute of pause, and a thought
“Then stand, walk, find a path, and followâ€
But I could respond only with but a sigh
And so I sat, and I waited, and nothing ever occured
The voice left and I was alone
And no one rescued me. . .
