Apr 02

I Hope We Still Remember How To Hug

I hope we still remember how to hug
when the new day dawns healthy and bright.
I hope our arms still ache to hold each other
and fingers still know how to grip tightly to backs
and entangle themselves in uncombed hair.
I hope hearts still long to feel another
pulsing light against their rib doors.
I hope hugs still remember us.
I hope they didn't pack their bag and leave,
making sure to close the door behind them.
I hope our mountains still want to taste the sea.
I hope our bodies still want to
hold humanity between their joints.
I hope we still remember how to hug when sickness
follows human closeness out the rib doors,
shutting the bone doors promptly in our faces.
I hope hugs find their way back in.
I hope we are still human when hugs return
to teach us in our heavily laden classrooms.
Its simple they say
You hold out your arms,
and imagine the light of the universe
pulsing from your heart
into theirs.