Mary Jane's Shoes

Mary Jane's Shoes

Musings of one person among many. Not exceptional in any way, as with all, I have exceptional experiences and varied reactions to those events. Mine is one of many life stories and how I manage and cope with the events which make my life my own, I attempt to put forth by way of my writings.

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Snow First Touched

February 6, 2014


Longing has ended.

He places my hand in his hand.

Natural it feels to have his skin touch my skin

like placing a fork on a napkin on the left side of the plate out of habit,

like the movement of my wrist when turning a key to unlock a door,

as when kissing a child’s forehead,

as when drawn to sing a favorite song playing on my car’s radio.


This touch too, brings a wakefulness

as when snow first touched my face

when I was small

and the yard that bore the weight of my young feet and witnessed my play seemed the universe.


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