Children attract me I want to be touched feel their energy bumping into me
and I want to bounce back push my soul against them as a caress
The elderly at the social club touch me their presence and their smile warm me, the understanding the wink of a telling word the wisdom of their wrinkles
I have girlfriends I make contact, I throw myself into the water, the waves touch them and the whole world in a wide circle
the ripples lightly press on people I only meet briefly, more deeply into those who know my name
and always something springs back always something gets in, something of who I am, no one can escape the fact that I exist
“Ripple effect” (multiplied reactions) “Staring at the Sun: Overcoming the terror of death” (2008, Irvin Yalom [Washington 1931])