Two Hands

A Poem

It was casual in the moment, you just reached right out,
placing your gift bearing hand atop mine.
In that instant I knew it, straight up, not a doubt,
this was happening, palpable, two ones intertwined.

I tried to explain it, to convey how this feels
to someone who had neither chance nor experience.
Where another had chosen them honest and real,
changed their lives forever, felt the madness, delirium.

Their bewildering mien, they just couldn’t grasp it.
Is this pity you feel for their hopeless condition?
You forget to recall the inevitable poor finish
that we push ourselves into by rote of submission.

Yet when the fountain of togetherness is stricken with drought,
that you haven’t imbibed from it, is no win you should flout.

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Penzance, Cornwall. 2024. Nikon d750

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