touch

let me but touch
the taut string,
the knotted muscle

it is transformed
IN the touch

i am here,
you are not alone,
it can breathe once more,
it can relax,
it can start even to hum,
a very quiet hum

it starts to slacken
with this attention,
it responds

i see you,
i hear you,
i feel
your rigid stance

i am here for you

in this simple observation,
the tactile connection,
is the elimination of the gap--
the space
between myself
and my Self

wellness

but i must make contact.

to love myself
is to contact myself

are you in your list
of contacts?

do you “rate”

up there with “them”?

i worked with a woman yesterday
who could not find it in her
to want to be with herself

let me touch
even this