One hand in the air
fingers outstretched
What is he reaching for?
No one holds his hand
as he is pulled in
the depths of 2 wide doors
men in suits roll him in
towards safety?
lights flash
I come closer
his hand
I want to wrap my fingers around his
he'll know
he can reach
like a child
who reaches for his mother's hand
the cookie jar, his favorite toy, the slight fear that turns into success
that fear becomes reality
he'll never reach.