There are some people who hold us together;
the light parts and dark parts coexist,
and the light is blinding when you are sitting in the next room.
The purple in your hands
that you have held and gathered
'whelms me like a outpouring of cool water
from a craggy place.
You hold glitter in the corner of your eyes!
One hug could go around the world and back, and still it wouldn't be strong enough.
The purple knows something about a hug,
from your fingers;
and my heart knows something about yours, from your hugs.
How can I be more glad than sunshine?
And yet I am!
photo by antipodeuse.