I can’t see you; can you hold my hand? Your voice is assuring and your presence is appreciated.
Can you help me get steady? I promise, it will only take a moment. Even though I know, you need steadying yourself.
I was shaken so badly last night. Yes by the wind, but that’s nothing new to oldtimers. What shook me was a change, in me, something I can only describe but can’t explain.
The forestry people have checked me and tested me, tested my trunk, asked me to tell them again: “What happened to you Sunday? But you were feeling normal Saturday?” And after listening to me, and me listening to them, they told me the odds. There’s a 33% chance I won’t be right again.
Hold my hand. I can’t hear you. Your sureness fills me up and our interlock secures. To what direction?