A poem celebrating the comfort of human connection
I know that people are cruel and this world gets dark and lonely, but yesterday I was at a wedding and a child held my hand on the dance floor.
I don't know why.
I didn't know that child.
Maybe she held on to keep her balance, maybe she mistook me for her mother, maybe she just needed guidance during the cha cha slide.
Or maybe in that moment she realized that the world was indeed a scary and lonely place, so she grabbed my hand for comfort. The way a couple grabs each other's hands at the altar. The way we all as humans grab those closest to us and hold on for dear life.
Or maybe in that moment, she realized that the world was the opposite of a scary place. Maybe the little one was just young enough to think that the hand of everyone still feels safe and warm. Even a stranger. Even me.
Or maybe the girl grabbed my hand because she noticed that I needed someone to hold my hand. Maybe she saw through my smile and the sway of my hips. Maybe she saw all of it and reached out to comfort me.
Because I know that people are cruel and this world gets dark and lonely,
but yesterday when that child held my hand on the dance floor,
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