Talk. . .
Touch. . .
Pause.

Listen. . .

Allow that
moment of contact
so much
to glisten. . .

without comment
no cognitions
to assist foment–

Just F-E-E-L. . .

and wait a stretch. . .

the fullness of the meeting
so to catch–

no need
to rush
to the next thing–

just hang right in–
proceed. . .

resist temptation
for the pace to hasten. . .

and
as if
whispered to by little bird,
in the growing quiet,
undisturbed by word,

we somehow drop our guard
and then begin to build
a peace that leaves the earth
so much more pure
and softened. . .

and resolve
to let this happen
fresh,
if only just a little bit
more often.