Fortunate Traveler

It's difficult for a wistful mind, so easily livened, a mixture of days...
Difficult for a girl of passionate exploration and a history of untied knots...
To be tapped on the hand, beckoned by alight eyes and a real smile,
to be turned
asked to discover a new history
to learn outside her own mind, her own brick wall
The very one meant to deter such proposals.
But the silence that falls between poignant moments
The cradle of your hand and spontaneous wrap
The dance in your eyes and...
the gift of your unhindered happiness.
I am fortunate to have seen this sign
Fortunate to have stopped to take a breath
Fortunate to have found a fellow traveler in time to save...
For what my own history had blinded me to.
What pebbled past may have ruined the step of my near future.
So gestures of friendship, concern, and care...please take my hand
There as real blood and bone
So I may touch and you may feel, and we may rely on the stability of each.
Retrospective gratitude replaced by daily appreciation of each, and every, most anything
I can only take in the peaks and valleys in anticipation and thrill
Hills in trees, mountains in hills, and unseen steps that litter the way
Adventurous, yes.
And now blessed by duplicate steps.