poem in progress

the way you walk, your feet unmoving

are you fairy-like, an inch above the ground or
denied your soles, suffering and vexing?

is it sheer confidence in the road you walk or
an inkling you might anytime snap and fall

then am I to rally strength to catch your fall or
to stack fences to guard your capriciousness

and be content to observe this fond mystery or
to vainly retain pebbles of your humanness in a jar

only to have not retained enough for me to see you or
have I too much retained, to see you when you're not here

the way I...