May I Help You?

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.

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