A foot lifted and lowered hesitantly
In the dark, feeling its way
Around unseen obstacles,
Testing the floor,
For it has holes, gaps –
There are weak areas ready,
Just waiting to collapse.
Or slick spots, hoping to take
Your feet out from under you.
Or puddles that stick and
Drag behind you like a chain.
Each inch is measured in careful,
Cautious exploration.
First a toe to find a bare space,
Then, a little weight to
Test the give.
To test everything.
Even with your eyes open,
The unknown is slow going and
Meticulous care.
There’s no going forward
Until you feel safe (somewhat)
About what’s there.