Hand in Hand
By Carolyn Fontanez
You lustrous goddess,
Yearning to be free.
Your ubiquity shines into every corner,
Every nook and cranny of the human species.
You are a spectrum, liberating
The enigmatic particles into beams of relief.
Giving us passion, revival, the fruit of our dreams,
You caress my skin with a touch
Barely like the hand of a mother, but so familiar.
You caress me.
And I, your innocent duckling, cannot caress you back,
But instead I hug you,
With so much fear,
Not deference, but admiration
You have guided me,
And now it is my turn to guide you.