A hand suddenly rests in mine
A gentle act
I love it’s arrival
A major act
Is a giving of a mind in a
happy token
I hold the peace of the soft touch, the tiny fingers, the sweetest person I know, physically here, with me.
I pass an almond into the hand.
It vanishes …
and returns empty.
I hold it dear and sweet and timeless
I pass another almond
I wait it’s return