Within each step, each foot requires the earth’s support.
Clinging as I walk with steps slightly above my surface.
My steps float and upon landing I take pause.
Wrapping my silence expressed only in bursts of truth.
I hear the call of my heart; as I reach into you for ground.
Your body captures my flight while floating forward;
I’m no longer accelerated as my secrets come out.
You are the fisher of my truth as we walk together.
Your spirit alone has captured my line.
Each truth I would rather not hear or face.
My soul’s corners are unfolded when thought reaches you.
You were reading into me as I flew: I’m stopped.
Caught in the web we’ve created in our net of candor.
