Steadied

I leaned a bit to the right under the weight
My burden tilted as I prepared
To shift my weight for descent down the stairs
He reached out and touched my waist gently
I wanted to lean further, to fall, but stood upright
Steadied; I swear each finger touched separately before the upper palm
But it wasn’t time to press more closely.

by Melanie Allen

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