Touch

I wander through a summer’s afternoon 

With occasional caress of sapling leaf, and stem.

I notice the latticed intricacies of a tree

and with unexpected compulsion approach 

so my fingers can feel the grooves and ridges. 

Alive with awakened sensation  

I indulge neglected memories.

But a jarring moment later,

two shirtless adolescents cruise by

their bikes rattling beneath sinuous frames.

Under their suspicious gaze,

I watch like a criminal caught. 

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A man who is trying to find a place in the world of today, and daring to hope there is work out there to energise and fulfil. I have a lot of life experiences and reflections to share, from a rather neurotic, self doubting perspective(!)

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