Hands

These hands. . .
a single instant
of understanding
that comes with
human touch,
Knowledge passed
in that moment,
everything
nothing
what was
what is
what comes.
Thump.
Thump.
Can you hear
the difference
a single soul
has on the future?
A butterfly sneeze
wrapped in mist.
That touch of
human kindness,
that holds humnaity.
Thump.
Thump.
A racing heart
a final breath,
we reach towards
one another
without thought.
Everyone
and anyone.
A single breath of life.
Hold to us.
Eternity.
Thump.
Thump.
The brush of
our lives
to the story
of another.
The effects are unclear
but we touch
each other in
ways none can
every hope to understand.
Thump.
Thump.
Mingling breaths,
intertwined hands.
A brief passing,
a brush of shoulders,
legs, and arms.
There is nothing
but space and
forgotten knowledge.
But our paths deviate
upon even the
gentlest touch.
Thump.
Thump.
Hearts race
for the unknown.
A stranger
a lone face
in the wide crowd.
Can you hear it?
Do you see?
Everyone effects
everyone else.
Thump.
Thump.
Touch,
brush,
passing.
Deviation.
Thump.
Thump.
Hearts that race
in time.
Thump.
Thump.
Deviation.

25 September 2007