yesod shebchesed
On a day of crossing through,
I’ll entrust my soul to you.
For now, we lay the foundation,
solid in the ground, simple, sweet.
We take a breath. I run
to the lake where a toddler,
small reed raft in one hand,
plays in the shallows, her father
skipping stones that are too round,
her mom watching. I look out,
feel into what it would take
to get to the other side.
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