May I Help You?
I watched an older couple, in the glare of the sun,
move slowly and carefully down the hard granite steps
of the Sargent House Museum.
When they reached the gate, they paused before determining
the safest way to negotiate the opening and descend the final few steps
to the street.
It reminded me of the time, earlier in the summer,
when I slowly and carefully made my way across the black slippery
rocks at Pavillion Beach soon after they had emerged from their
six hour tidal bath.
I must have appeared unsteady and unsure,
because from nearby came the voice of a woman who asked,
“May I help you sir?” as she extended her hand which
I thankfully grasped.
Good Morning Gloucester 