Letting Go

His first step was a feat defying trial & error heredity, Independence inviting him to join the Exterminating Angel dinner party attended by Grown Ups who had grown out of petulant postures born from real-world naiveté. And She watched on, arms on guard to catch any fall. He motioned for her to crouch to his level & she complied. He cupped his stubby hands around her left ear, whispering loud enough to underscore its importance, “Put your arms by your side. Back away from me. Let me step onward and allow me to stand. So I know I can.”