From the collection Spring Cleaning, published 2015.
At the Very Edge of It
old, not elderly
using a cane and
back bent in a shallow curve
his gaze directed at the ground.
He totters on the curb
cane in the street feet on the sidewalk.
He inches forward one foot the other foot
I hold my breath.
One foot goes over
the structure shakes but holds its balance
The other foot takes a quick step down
the cane hops
All three points back on the same level
foot foot cane.
It seems as if it should be enough but
the street must be crossed.
I cannot watch anymore.