One is urged to step back for a

broader view

     and one asks to be so viewed.

Largely having forgotten my hand

                                             I turned to my face and was spent.

A portrait met another one

          but there was no ground on which to stand so they knelt.

Fear took the form of falling snow

                                  while the aged in the water barely moved.

The body widened and asked to be forgotten

                                            just as groundless fear fell as show.

Hands in the face and later

                           the pool,

                           until largely having turned, they were blessed.