Judith Bernal | qarrtsiluni

Touched

August 4, 2008 8 comments

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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