Poetry 134: Touch

Touch

I pity the lobster,

the tortoise and

the grasshopper.

He who, most literally,

carries the burden

of a shell of

protection.

I prefer instead,

the life

of a fragile human.

For we know what

it is like to have

the wind blow against

our skin, and

feel the cool rush

of air across

our bodies.

What it is like

to have the warm

summer rain

fall upon our face, and

feel the clear liquid of life

run down our cheeks.

To float blissfully

on that

ocean blue, and

sense we are held

by something

more mighty than

anything in our

wildest imagination.

And to experience

the ecstatic jolt of

our lovers’ fingertips

as they move slowly

across the small of our backs,

and we learn the warm

tingling sensation of love.

What a shame

it must be

to never know

the grace of touch.

What a blessing

for us.

-Me
(Inspired by a Unitarian Universalist Sermon in Summer, 2018)