There Within Your Hand

there within your hand; deep in sleep it
gently tugs on you, too straighten out.
it spreads out more, each gentle squeeze,
you pull it back and lay it down face up,
then pick it up and pull it back once more.
each face pushes while the other learns to pull.

by James McLain

Comments (1)

Mmmmm! A very deep poem on the forever tugging, emotional ties, we never leave behind, even in deep sleep. Smiling at you Tai, refreshed