companions

companions

first, a fall—
he helps her
with tenderness
next
surgeon’s knife
she aids him
with love

see with fresh eyes
what soft actions
are needed—
carry groceries
for a stranger
or pick up meds
for a friend

now three quarters
of a century old
it seems clear
Ram Dass was right
with love
we are walking
each other home

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

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