Missing out once,
Stepping away because afraid,
But now it's ok,
Ready to be touched,
Again and again.
Catching in space of time,
Satisfied with letters,
Only for a second,
Willing to try it,
Over and once more.
Standing or sitting outside,
Stopping very quietly,
Asking a quick question,
I dare not hear an answer.
Lifting up the other hand,
Picking up a pencil,
I wonder what's new
and what is not?
' I! '
Missing out once,
Stepping away because afraid,
But now it's ok,
Ready to be touched,
By you and me:
' I! '
Jackie Anderson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-s-some-wheat-bread/
