Robert S. Boone

Tremors

I leap, and am afraid.
I stand- more terrified still.
No hand to guide me, 
No voice to soothe what trembles.

A river wild must flow, 
Its destination unknown.
It gives, it takes, it loves; 
Is a world unto itself.

Yet what must be left, now,
At the end of the journey?
What to give, or receive
To the world outside, and from?

A hand upon a hand, 
An answer without question.
A fear upon a fear, 
A promise without mention.

I leap, and am afraid.
I stand- more terrified still.
No hand to guide me, 
No voice to soothe what trembles.