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The title of this poem comes from the title of one of composer Andrew Durkin’s blog posts.
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by chance and trembling
by chance and trembling
he touched her
though perhaps it was
not by chance
a design buried deep
beneath his skin
below the rush of blood
the pounding heart
intricate tracery
coloring his cheeks
as the tips of his fingers
hummed against her pulse
there are moments of clarity
instants when the universe is tactile
when nothing is left to chance
when the trembling stops
when we get to this line: “there are moments of clarity,” we can feel the sudden stillness. it’s a great point in the poem!
Thank you!
I like the “universe is tactile” line. People should ‘touch’ more, but Technology will just growl and say ‘over my dead body.’ Ah, well.
I do really like that line. 😉 Cheers.
Thanks very much. I’m glad you stopped by.
I too like the “universe is tactile” line — and the implication that once we become aware of that tactility (materiality?), we gain a certain insight — a solution, perhaps, to Western culture’s mania for abstractions?
Honored that my silly post led to this beautiful poem.
Thanks, Andrew. I never find your writing silly. I find it inspiring and thought-provoking.