Finger Walking

My peace comes when I sit and face you

I wait for permission in the pause

Place my hands on both sides of your head

Spread my fingers, bow my head just because 

I feel you and the stress that's grown in you

and the pulsing beneath my thumbs

My stillness is not yet your calm

Its weight feels like where you've come from

But I'm meant to hold you in silence

Finger walking around each temple

Kiss the doorway to your disquiet

Apply pressure, both firm and gentle

This is my work and (I'm learning) my calling

Heal us both through the power of touch,

accepting release in this moment 

and lingering oneness as such