The Places We’ve Touched

A poem

Photo by Daiga Ellaby on Unsplash

Have you ever thought about how
fingertips are time capsules
for all the places you’ve touched?

The dough that you have kneaded,
The brownie batter that you have licked,
The garden that you have cultivated,
The airplane seats that brought you to
the streets of Tokyo and
the south of France and
the cobblestone streets of…