monicaisafreak

I found this poem:

Speak to me. Take my Hand. What are you now?
I will tell you all. I will conceal nothing.......
If we could touch one another,
if these our separate entities could come to grips,
clenched like a Chinese puzzle...yesterday
I stood in a crowded street that was live with people,
and no one spoke a word, and the morning shone.
Everyone silent, moving.....Take my hand.

Speak to me
--Muriel Rukeyser