THE TOUCH OF A HAND

[Robert Harrison]

I TOUCHED THE FRAILTY OF A BUTTERFLY WING,
AND PART OF ITS LIFE CAME AWAY ON MY FINGER.

I TOUCHED THE COLORS OF A FLOATING BUBBLE,
ITS LIFE WAS ECLIPSTED IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE.

I HELD THE FULL MOON BETWIX FINGER AND THUMB,
HER BIGHTNESS BEGAN EBBING AWAY, FOR I SQUEAZED.

I DIPPED MY HAND IN THE PLACID WATERS OF A POND,
AND TOOK AWAY PART OF ITS VERY EXISTANCE.

I HELD MY GRANDSON SO TENDERLY IN MY ARMS,
TO SOON, THE LORD IN HIS WISDOM TOOK HIM BACK.



WHO IS THERE THAT HAS NOT DESIRED THE FRIENDSHIP
OF A BUTTERFLY?

HAS NOT WISHED A BUBBLE WOULD TOUCH THEIR CHEEK
THEN FLOAT AWAY UNHARMED?

HAS NOT REACHED FOR THE MOON TO GIVE TO A LOVED
ONE?

HAS NOT SAT BY A POND AND REACH OUT TO A DIVERSE
WORLD?

HAS NOT KNOWN THAT LOVE WILL BIND FOREVER THOSE
WHOME WE HAVE LOST?

WHO IS THERE?

NOONE?

 

[SuBee]

So simple and so true

Another excellent poem