Extend your hand, palm up Silk - a long bolt of it, unfurls across your palm Cold on contact And smooth And smooth and smooth Dragging a crisp wind behind it As it falls away like a solid liquid
Extend your hand, A gelatinous orb, almost sticky to the touch But not quite. Rubbery, resilient, responsive Pulled under the weight of gravity To bulge and droop over the edges of your hand When you drop it, it hesitates as it lets go.
Extend your hand Feel the weigh of a solid masonry cube The greyest concrete Each crenelation of its surface Like a dry-skin pore The corners and edges hold their shape sharply Dragging fingers make a rasping sound And a ceramic-like ring as it slips from your hand
Extend two hands together Like to catch a stream of water But instead you cradle A tired and content weeks-old kitten It adjusts its position, and curls up Content with the warmth of your hands You feel the soft, purring of velvet fur It feels implicit trust, warmth and security For its always-pending next nap.