We will seek the place
where our hands can tell us:
This is real —
This is the deep soil
that clings in fingerprints,
that insists on connection;
This is the hidden liquid
that rises up through stems and leaves,
its constant, unseen circulation
the standing wave for all the green of life;
This is the spark —
electrical and necessary interchange
that makes us sure
we are alive and needed,
Where our hands and hearts can tell us:
This is real.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 20, 2013