Doubt

Walking home last night,

I found myself battling him.

His concrete hands met mine

and he pushed with all his might.

No contest for this Samson

I stumbled and nearly fell

but he caught me.

Our eyes locked.

He placed me back on my feet,

raised his hands, palms toward me-

waited.

I pushed, muscles strained and face red

while he held me back.

I stopped

and he turned to walk away;

but looked back over his shoulder

as if to say I should do better.

He would come back.

I paused,

tapped his shoulder,

and he turned around.

I lifted my hands, palms toward him-

waited.

He placed his rough hands on mine.

I pushed.