there I was
a mere dust mote of humanity
in this place
this spiritual monument to life
to history
mindful of the way
it wrapped its snug
but silken gloves
around the hands of my perception
your smile was a tease of affection
as you enquired how I could
amidst all this wonder
wax lyrical about a curve of railing
how it felt to the touch
a spiritual experience
where souls soar
among the grandeur
of a twinkling night sky
soothing reflections of deepest blue
it ignited senses
I marvelled the way
countless artists/architects
brushed
the bare skin of nature
against my own
how it united us
gave birth to concepts
I had yet to encounter
how it reminded me
time after time
that we are all connected
you mocked me for that concept too
almost as much as I mock myself
what a enormous statement to make
yet as countless moons
have waxed and waned
I have learnt that connection
between all living things
does not mean we love
everyone and everything
it simply dwells amongst us
an unspoken language
spanning generations
of human experience
not always by mutual agreement
but in moments
where the heart does not need
to harbour love or fondness
it merely knowingly- exists