Of the unknown and the familiar

When heading into the unknown

Be it a hallway at his sister’s school or

The cleaning aisle at the Shop Rite or

Watching snowboarders hurl themselves down craggy mountain sides while we eat lunch

He asks for my hand and

I give it because

Nearly every day

I myself

Feel like a five year old

Walking through a downward sloping hallway

Past pictures and dioramas and

Lots of doors

Keeping my head o a swivel and

My eyes open

Ready to see a familiar face