A story about a nurse, yearning, and the sense of touch.
I yearn for touch
Five months ago I would never have thought that statement would be uttered by myself
I yearn for touch
Sitting close to friends as we share our lives
Knees almost touching
I yearn for touch
Holding small hands
Laps shared during story time and song
I yearn for touch
Hugs, embraces from family
In greetings and departure
I yearn for touch
A hand that lingers in understanding, support
Signifying I see you, I hear you
I yearn for touch
Casual brushing by on paths
In the woods
Close enough to hear breath and fine day greetings
I yearn for touch
Hello, smiling eyes, confidence
Unseen since Covid
We are all unsure in our bodies
Uncertain of an invisible vector
That has branded touch a mode of contamination
I yearn for touch
It's thoughtful intention, connection
A shared experience that makes us human