Resonant Touch

For whom do we credit?

To what owe we gratitude?

For, to be moved by…

A baby’s grasp,

A canine’s wag of the tail,

A feline’s nuzzling purr,

A lover’s fingertips,

The moment of passion’s eruption

Requires no urging to understand.

Yet, often ignored is…

The homeless nod of gratitude,

A veteran’s Arlington salute,

A deliveryman’s punctual arrival,

The elderly’s breath of determination,

A physician’s private sigh of regret.

Forgetting the resonant touch

Is to obviate the gift of humanness.

How sad…

To not know touch is of many sensorial avowals,

That to be touched is not reserved

For mere physical object to object.

Awareness that the heart’s ability to beat

Exists not for survival alone,

But to allow stealth imbued vibrations

To move persons accepting their connection

With the intricacies of

Resonant touch.