WALKING THE WALK


All day it rains
as if the sorrow
is too much to bear
without weeping skies.
Finally, they walk out
together let the rain wet
their hair, their clothes,
and still they walk
knowing walking is not enough,
nor is crying,
nor talk of the past,
the uncertain future.
Knowing that they must
each put one foot
in front of the other,
going apart, coming together,
going a bit farther, coming together,
until their walking takes them
beyond return.