At just the right moment, to my surprise
you are sitting to my side, and watching intently
as the man says all the things, so very true,
coming through the screen that connects me
to the larger world.

Your left hand reaches out and covers my right
I can see and feel your hand
even through your death.
I didn’t know this was possible
and yet
it was the most familiar, natural thing
like water running through the rocks-

He was telling a story of an unwanted birth
and how the child became
like a black hole
needing to take the light of others
as she was never acknowledged in her own.
It was your true story
and you showed up to hear it.
It made me cry.
I wish it had been different for you.

Now you have gone back to
where-ever it is that you are, these days
I still feel your hand
I wonder
will I ever know that kind of touch again-
is that even possible?
A lifetime of being seed from seed
having known your heartbeat before
you birthed me free
the incredible weight of being
and the joy, too-
the curiosity and wonder,
all in that brief touch.

Perhaps you will pay me
another visit, sometime.
you are welcome to do so-
anywhere in time and space
I will know your touch
and accept it
there are no words needed really
as that moment says it all
and then I will be here again
as is always the case
alone and full
like the sky at night
waiting to see who
comes calling-