if we are all, as the writer Ram Dass says,
walking each other home
then I am so thankful that you are here
to listen when I laugh and when I cry
to take in my stories
and keep them safe
and when I lose my way,
it is you, always you,
who gently takes my hand,
just as you did when I was little–
I do remember–
and walks me back down the dirt road
to the little house
that holds all those we love
and their stories
all I can offer you in return
are eyes that see all the beauty you are
the sweetness of your soul
and the depth of your heart
and my hand
as we take turns walking each other
back up the path
to find what is sure to surprise all of us
at the end-shaped beginning
I Might Need A Nap 