sharers

You hold up more than your share of the sky
above, and more than your share of the world
you spin, in every direction your traipsing feet
go traveling. I can't begin
imagining what it would be
with you

gone from your post, your rounds,
your beat, but I know
it would be

The turn of the tide.
And I'd be the first
to go down to defeat. No

on second thought,
thinking of you

I would be
the last.