Thorn tip pricking, drawing forefinger’s blood.
Lips sipping blood from fingertip. Tongue tip
moistening pinpoint wound, saliva’s hood
of clear cover forming quick-drying strip
caressed by air to ease early healing.
Finger and thumb tips gently holding sand
grain, once cyan spiral shell’s tip, stealing
away through breaking surf, chip churned to land,
lying on beach, tiny opalescent
eye somehow drawing your blue eye to its
unique existence, its iridescent
response to sunlight. You sensing spirit
in all as you hold it, how your soft grip
ingrains it to your healing fingertip.
Roger Armbrust
February 16, 2010
