Remember feeling safe?
Remember feeling, perhaps as a child,
carefree. You walk outside,
and keep walking. Green grass. Tall trees to
climb, clouds to imagine into
beings and shapes. Look
now, do you feel the same? Maybe
age has blunted me, but I see darkness
in shadows and I am aware now, always,
of a drink left alone at a bar, at going
to the bathroom alone,
at walking. Home.
My heart is with you, people of Pittsburgh. I walk
with you, home, I walk with you,
as your steps are
ever more careful. Feeling
fear in your once well-known home.
I walk with you, I hold your hands. I know. I am there, too.
I am also afraid.
I hope you can retrace your steps, make shapes
with the clouds, feel strength within my
presence, and walk with
me. And keep walking.