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with/in reach

 


the reach is cosmic.  

to reach for another being, matter, or idea is an instinct of existence.  

to reach in want or need articulates a belief in difference of pattern or possibility.  

a reach declares that yes and no are pivots of knowledge.




are dandelions reaching out eagerly to share wishes?


i recall the day his hands reached to betray my childish body, and i lost trust in touch, even my own.


i consider the reach to fling the door open for a stranger; 

the solemn reach of shaving a skull bare in mourning; 

the reach to scoop an earthworm off of hot asphalt;

and the reach of silence when words ain't around.  



these opposable thumbs of mine mostly reach for book pages, embroidery needles, wild animals, spires of stinging nettles, half-drunk coffee cups, pilot pens and scrap notepaper, green rocks, and an egg-shaped salt shaker.

every now and again, i find my hands in a hush, holding one another to etiquette or twiddling.

mostly, i am a creature swaying with the night winds, arms wide and fierce.



the little tabby nestling against my heart reaches for my jawline, pulling it closer to hers for noggin kisses.  hot tears can be grateful, too.

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