Touching

I have walked the winter

In great distances of snow,

Where the waterfalls stood mute

And were turned to crystal

And I have touched it.

I have stood at autumn

In the mountains far away

And seen the sunsets of Heaven

Blazing like candied fruit

And I have touched it.

I have walked ocean shores

With the waters cold and warm

And seen the cotton tufts of waves

That know the entire world

And I have touched it.

I have worked the fields

Where food is bending down the vine

And shared the sweating of the faces

That stirred the dust of work

And I have touched it.

And I have seen some darker times

When I heard the sound of empty.

I have shared the echo of my footfalls

With the depth of loneliness

And I have touched it.