Poem: The Touch
Published in
Apr 24, 2024
When we meet, we touch fingers
Like Man and God once did on
Michelangelo’s fresco.
Now God’s fingers are beyond
Reach but timid indexes
And thumbs still link together
The abundant and the meek,
The towering and the sleek,
The stronger and the weaker.
Our electro-sensitive
Fingers cure and celebrate
The wackiness of being.