I hadn't realized when I touched your hand,
or you touched mine, that I hold the hand of your mother,
the empty space your lover has left
embracing you like armor...
your cat's fur caressing my skin...
I hear a child crying and run with you
ahead of the rush of water
that mounts canyon walls...
What is this weaving when we meet,
when each of us carries already an entire universe?
--
Ann Moradian, 2009.
Written in response to "Reading the Body," an intensive weekend retreat journeying into literature through both the mind and body, conceived and conducted by Toby Brothers and Ann Moradian, and held in Bourgogne, France.
