Touched

August 4, 2008

It was a day when veils moved,
lifted by fragrant winds; new
vistas were glimpsed beyond windows:
mountains where there had been
purple desert; sting rays and sharks
swimming though city parks.
He touched her arm and everything
she was drained out of her, down
her legs and feet as if the earth
drank her whole. A day when
walls around her world crumbled
and fell. Fresh waters welled
from below, refilling her; new
light splashed on the riverbank.

by Judith Bernal

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Comments (8)

Ivy

August 4, 2008 at 10:56 am

Beautifully read. Thank you.
Bryna Fireside

August 4, 2008 at 2:41 pm

See what happens when you send things out? Do this more often. REad aloud- you are a wonderful reader. And such a visual poem.
bjf
Coco

August 4, 2008 at 5:14 pm

Judith
Just beautiful, elegant, plain. Congratulations. And yes, I agree, do it more often
Coco
dale

August 4, 2008 at 6:17 pm

Oh. That’s gorgeous, gorgeous.
Carl Auerbach

August 4, 2008 at 10:07 pm

Beautifully read. Congratulations.
Judy K

August 7, 2008 at 10:20 am

I felt it all with you — Thanks! Looking forward to more.
LVPD

August 7, 2008 at 11:15 am

Yeah! So much fun to have had a hand in the recording…. It really is lovely. Well done.
Lenore

August 7, 2008 at 1:15 pm

So glad you took the leap in sharing your talent with others