hold hands

to hold hands with the sound of the ocean, ink on paper, Michelle Tennison



Writing haiku is its own kind of question -– a request, a desire for union and a merging, —  entered into through the mind and the heart. What is it to be you, sky? goldfinch?

Can we hold hands with the unseen realms?
                    On a clothesline between stars worn out jeans

Question Michelle Tennison,   Answer Dietmar Tauchner  (2017)