Last week, you and I went together
Down the path to investigate.
We saw a river. A permanent feature
Strewn with logs. We saw wrong.
.
It was flooding in the tunnel.
Here, others had lain
Sticks, logs, a broken baby stroller,
Reflections across the surface.
.
I tried to continue the journey
Laughing, I wobbled along a log
But ended up with a soggy trainer.
I retreated. Never fear:
.
I’ll try again a different day.
Yesterday, I sent you another image
Yourself as a baby. You messaged back
“I look scary.” I am reassured:
.
There are phases in these lives we live
I trust the floods will recede.
In fact, I don’t even recognize you
As that baby. Not anymore.