Five facets of the tactile sense:
A mystical kinship among lives frayed with dearth
forms from touching others
who have traveled a parallel journey
It was too brief, too common, what became their final touch.
How she wished she had brushed his hair from his forehead
and whispered “I love you” with her eyes.
The mountain crag that cuts into your handhold
bears witness to eons of abandonment
Focus your fingertips
on the collage of sensations
you can grasp by not holding on
Precious secrets safe from handling
are locked behind glass doors
while sun light dances freely in reflective exploration