Points of Synchronicity
We do not walk this strange new place
As planned
Flat
One foot span at a time.
We navigate this unknown space
Patient as we can
Discovering those piton points that
Intersect and
Reaching for the rhyme
Between the ecstasy and pain
We find only one hand hold
Each time
Allowing us to climb on to the next
To gain
Some purchase on our lives.
Reaching out into
This unknown space
We feel Another’s hand to hold
And quietly these piton points
Become that nurtured place
Where we survive.