A Heartbeat Away

Standing on the curb the blind woman tapped her cane
Back and forth back and forth
Pssst, pssst she said

A passerby heard her and asked her what she needed
Could you help me cross the street?
Which way are you going, the stranger asked

I don’t know said the blind woman
North, south, east or west, inquired the traveler
I’m not sure, she said

Do you know your final destination, he queried
I’m going home, she said. I’m going home.
Well, where is home, he wondered aloud

I can’t find it, she mumbled
Can you describe it, he offered
Well, it’s peaceful there, she whispered

Is it in the country, he countered
It could be, she recounted, it could be
Well, must you take a taxi, he asked

Not necessarily, the woman explained
Then it must be nearby, he declared
Yes, the directions indicated so, she admitted

Then, how can I help you, the gentleman offered
Just help me cross this street the woman repeated
Hold my arm, and we will cross together, he murmured

Thank you, sir, you’re a kind gentleman, she avowed
But, how will you find your home once I leave, he pleaded
It’s a heartbeat away, she sighed, a heartbeat away.

(c) 2007 Sister