My clenched hands sit deep in my pocket, but I reach.
My entire body sways back and forth, but I reach.
My wide eyes close slowly, but I reach.
Each creative thought is extended and captured before I can touch.
My unseen hands cannot feel beyond the pocket that encloses what has not been written.
I reach in the shortest distance, but they cannot feel it for me.
They cannot see what is unwritten if they cannot touch what is missing.
What has been given to me now is a simple touch that cannot be forgotten.
My inhibitions will be forever stricken.
I do not dare try to understand what I cannot touch but continue to reach without touch.
I desperately want to grab what I cannot touch but understand my hands are correctly positioned within my plan.
No longer will I reach with my hand but withstand
I can witness what I cannot touch because I can feel beyond a simple touch, I feel without weakness, I feel without touch.
Numbered and signed print
11 x 14 Black (1 1/8″) Synthetic Wood Frame
White Double Mat
2 mm Glass
White Cardboard Backing