my back flat,
parallel with the planks.
my right hand falls
upon my abdomen,
upon you.
for the first time in two months i realize where you sit within me.
the universe rushes under the palm of my hand.
gift, light, truth, pulse
nestled right here.
just beneath this skin.
who am i
to feel, understand
deserve
this?
i want to grab your hand,
i want to place it here.
feel what i feel.
do you know what you have done?
do you understand what you have given?
this week i thought i forgot how to be grateful,
irritated at the length of lines, commercials, slow internet connection.
how easy it is to get distracted into distraction.
how will i remember?
touch this.
feel this. here you are.
