Falling is part of the journey


grey skies and clipped branches
little cracks in the pavement
tiny stones
barely noticeable on foot
suddenly become a hazard
when balanced on a board.

is part of the journey.
you tried to teach me this a long time ago
but I wasn’t ready to listen.

stumbling into place
through morning assemblies
you were not there most evenings
i watched football till 3am
to catch up on time with you.

when I was 12,
you wrote me the desiderata
perhaps knowing
it would provide guidance
in your absence.

– 4 June 2016


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