Human And Their Touches

By Kristy Saikia

Touch. 

Mist hugs her morning sun.

River calms as she meets

her sea.

The fallen Autumn leaves

embraces her Earth

and,

roots are entangling with roots

for years and years.

And us?

Fingers are entangled

with fingers.

The warmth in the hugs of 

humans heal

the broken hearts of other humans.

The simplicity of human touches 

lies within the complexity of the 

crooked lines on their palms.

Humans are

the mist,

the river,

the fallen leaves,

and

the old roots of a tree.

A human touch is 

inexplicable, sacred and a home to another human. 

By Kristy Saikia