Climbing

I remember

Her little hands 

Clutching the edge

Of her playpen;

Her toes as she tried 

To climb 

The mesh 

That surrounded her.

I watched from far,

Caught her before 

She fell over the edge.

I'm watching,

I watch myself from far.

Caught in the dark mesh of grief

That surrounds me

My hands holding on,

As I try to climb out.

I hope I can catch me,

If I fall.