Touching is such a rare, beautiful thing
Feeling and comforting another soul
That’s flesh and blood, three-dimensional being
The nearest thing to climbing out the hole
The nearest to tunnelling like some mole
Under the fence of life’s tough prison camp
Emerging from a half life to a whole
Discovering fire, then inventing the lamp
Exploring other galaxies can’t trump
This here and now, this boundary crossing
Like a goldfish leaping high from its bowl
Shaking its tail to rid itself of damp
And wriggling happily past kitchen sink
With smiling face and new, more distant goal
Sun 2 Nov 2008
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