What can I see…
 really?
 What do I know…
 for sure?
 How many ditches 
 must I lead another to 
 before I admit 
 my own blindness,
 my own uncertainty?
 Maybe,
 just maybe,
 as I lick my wounds
 next to the one I’ve led astray,
 we can figure out a way
 to get up out of the ditch
 and learn to navigate the landscape
 together.