miércoles, 7 de septiembre de 2011

I was touched

I was touched by the breath of dawn
rising from beyond the sea

I was touched by the breath of a passing butterfly
stirring my eyelashes as I dreamed
of your hand

I was touched by the barest dew
on my shoulder's new leaves

I was touched by tenderest snow
evaporating before it reached my skin

I was touched by a caterpillar
moving slowly towards flight

I was touched by beauty by sky by purple
whirling in your fingertips

I was touched by tree by knowing
by café by park by street
by end and beginning
by light by source...

by the places the lie fallow under my skin
and by the places that bloom

by the impermeable and the impermanent
stones and ashes of our fate

by the wonder and wondering
how we might possibly ever touch

I was touched

--Lorena Wolfman © 2011
Begun in Lima, Perú

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