Sometimes a Kiss Can Do That, from the book What Holds Us

Sometimes A Kiss Can Do That:

 

unhinge a rusted gate

to let the moonlight in;

 

send rain to a parched field,

to play the dust like a drum;

 

release a hollow ache;

warm a stubborn chill;

 

build a bridge, a raft,

a momentary trust.

 

Sometimes, through a kiss

we open

 

to the infinite world

that holds us.

 

I’m not saying all the time,

but sometimes.

 

And sometimes

this is enough.

~Ingrid

Tagged as: poetry by Ingrid Goff-Maidoff