Crossing

When you set your foot on one more stepping stone,
Or maybe two,
You’ll be out of reach of my hand,
But still a ways from land.

You can step back a step
If you feel the need;
Some do.

Perhaps just a touch would steady you.

I’ll reach out if you do.

You’ll make the crossing;
I have before.

I’ll just watch from here until
You reach the other shore.

Let’s build a footbridge
When you get across.

If we do,
We’ll still find things to share.

I’ve liked it sometimes
On either side.

I’ll like to see you there.