Touch

The Touch That Holds

Touch—the word itself holds “ouch” within it,as if it cradles pain even in its sound.

Thin as breath,fine as a whisper,yet it carries oceans—colliding with dry sands,where thirst meets the tide.

It reaches from the sky to what lies below,bridging heaven and dust,the unseen and the known.

And in its quiet presence,it is the touchthat glows.