ridden rail

caught by pull of you,
many miles, behind,
push me; ‘front of you,
as stumble i
but to know the world
be still before you;
i crawl, from distance,
line’d, press’ on in
fall, running but, for you, as all;
as breeze, but motions,
cede your smile,
still’d lips, yours, by eye
when-‘ternalized, be light as laughter,
lifting weight of waiting,
 we:
tomorrow, now, & after.