Dialogue Poem by Kel Rios

Quietly

I slipped your words
Upon my feet
And laced your
Thoughts
As foreign as they may
At first be
Let the strings of your heart
Rest in my hand
And then carefully
Secured them
Into
Figure eights

Tentative steps
Your miles,
And your journey

I have to let go
And leave a little bit
Of myself behind

It’s not easy
For one who's
Used to going

Bare feet

Calluses
Have been
Moccasins
Blisters
From afternoon asphalt
And midnight steel

It’s so natural
To go
To know what I know
Even when it’s round and round
Even when the bigness of the world crowds

Step of faith
Hearing
Letting it carry me

Joined strides
In a larger journey