Let’s make that promise to go hand-in-hand down this road
roads that lead into horizons
dirt, loose gravel laying the way
straight into unknowns before us
and we are running (at times,
bent over with laughter)
anxious to move along our path
kicking at the stones to make a mark
deep breaths of the warm air
fill our lungs – we are content
hand-in-hand, a pull and playful tug
eyes fixed on the point ahead
where the road becomes grayish-green
and disappears into the clouds
— just like our days,
always unfolding…
we run, kick stones, and laugh
for we recognize we are together
companions in life’s journey
– Chris George
2004
