New poem: Gradation

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+Gradation
+2022-05-24
+
+***
+
+I kept my promise to you, Jett.
+I toed the path until the end.
+Pushed aside the branches that fell
+on the cracking path
+and found detours around those whose bark
+I could not form a painless grasp.
+Through the flood zones I trode
+in puddles and in gasping leaps
+and for those to traverse too deep
+found a different way home.
+The path is bordered now with dandelions
+and violet slips I cannot name.
+So many friends have come and gone,
+but here you and I remain.
+I'm waiting here, Jett. Just like I
+was a year ago, holding my hands high
+and with sore throat pleading to the sky:
+"Here I am! Here my vessel resides!
+Take me home. I've fought the fight."
+I've fought the fight. I've won the war.
+And, Jett, I want to fight no more.
+I see no point to compete
+with those who I'd rather broker peace,
+rather never see ever again,
+rather watch disappear
+on the wind.
+I'll wait here. And I'll wait here
+until you're ready, until of
+this departure you have no more fear,
+until I hear you singing my name like a hymn.
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander