Feb 28, 2021
Walking in the park
young voices shouted behind me
One little boy passed
pedaling fast, calling back
to the other still behind
Who crashed, then wailed
I turned and saw him
a small boy on the ground
Eighteen feet away
maybe twenty-four
(I estimate distance in
six-foot increments now)
I stood, rooted to the path
Against my mother instincts
I did not run to him
I did not kneel down
I did not help him up
I did not say, show me what hurts
I did not rub gentle circles on his back
I did not murmur into his ear
I saw his father coming along
not hurrying
My expression masked
I turned away, and walked on