Soft Bumping

I want
a world
where we
bump
into each
other
often

with our
soft edges
and not
our hard
ones

with hips
and not
elbows
with lips
and not
jaws

with offerings
of full
presence
promises
for more
lurching
of bodies
and minds
onto pathways
that ensure
energies, ideas
and forms
collide

not avoidance
ever
but lots
and lots
of bumping

friction
slows us down
closes gaps
and helps us
move
at the
same speed

POEM: Copyright © Iz Mazano
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