by Linda Gamble
Seeker
Precarious perch
above Detroit street,
not yet committing
to the palm, he balances
on thumb and forefinger,
free to fall, hoping to be caught.
Peering skyward, back arched,
he strains to see the One
who has reached down to
meet him,
who holds him aloft,
that he might see the potential
of his becoming.
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