WALTZING

Not in your shoes, my friend.
I wouldn't last a foot,
never mind a mile.
So let's just carry on
lacing up
our separated sylables
and let the burdens
echo down the hall
behind us.

Because if it was going to,
it would have by now.

So let's just finish up
our greiving
and carry on
with our worlds
already strapped to our shoulders.
It's time to invent our wheels
and set our carts lurching
over the opposing
hills and valleys.