Yesterday, after a stringent quarantine,
our son and his fiancee came to visit.
At the door he and I hugged.
It was the first either of us
had touched anybody outside the household
for seven months.
Something in us released, rejoiced.
For a moment I remembered who I was.
These days, finally, our bodies
know what our souls have been saying all along,
how I is we,
how we hunger for one another.
Later, when the bustle returns
and the city enfolds you in its noise
remember that empty space.
Remember how that sacred child in you
is always reaching out.
Honor that hunger. It burns in everyone.
Even their scorn, even their hatred
is a reaching.
October 27, 2020