I Hold These Close - Anita

In new shoes I walk
  carefully
across the crowded room

Strangers become friends
People rush in
In an instant I have a lunch partner

In new shoes I scope
  all things that touch my life

I hold these close
 close as the rain on the roof
 as warm slipper wrap
 as quilts cover
 as steam comes out of a tea kettle
 as herbal blueberry tea hits my lips
 as time rolls like a infinite cloud
 as going and coming are the same
 as seas rock
 as sneakers on my feet roll
 as placid as the fleeting morning
 as congruent as lines drawn
 as sweet as your lips
 
I hold all things close

A delicate balance between yearning and loving 

A delicate balance between sorrow and happiness

A delicate balance between toast and the morning coffee

I am comforted by my words to thee.

Anita Schiffman Holzberg