Half Full

My fingertips can feel again
They’d been numb for quite awhile
Oh such things
To do with them
This tapping time was not my style

My palms are warming plump again
The chilly fists they’d made are free
To press them on
The pulsing world
This holding empty was not me

My hands are reaching out again
With friction ridge and patterned palm
Toward sanguine space
Where instincts play
This beckoning could be my balm



Painting: The Dance By Penny Warden

~ by April on May 6, 2017.

3 Responses to “Half Full”

  1. Glad for you

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