The Long Journey

I notice

that you stutter

as you utter

my name;

And I can feel

the rubbing

and hear

the flutter

of your sleeves

around my face

as you hug me

again and again.

Yes.

It is a bitterly cold

and windy day,

and we seem to be

caught

in the midst

of it all,

I am afraid.

Right in the very fray.

Still,

we cannot fret

about it,

nor can we be

delayed -

we have a long way

to go yet,

a very long way,

before we rest.