My hands are shaking.
And from what, I can’t tell..
I watch them
To see if I can see the cause..
They haven’t been held in some time.
So maybe they shake from loneliness or fear.
Maybe they shake from what’s to come..
The soft music I hear is therapy
I have to close my eyes
I push my finger tips to touch each other.
I feel them.
In this moment is bliss..
In this moment is peace.