There are so many. I look closer to see if they touch or if they spend their lives just out of reach. Ah, they touch all right. They glide and entwine. Gill-brushing, tummy rubbing, whiskered nose-nudging. All their days are spent in intimate caress, flirting, perhaps innocent play, or maybe just enjoying a quick tickle on their way to the other side.

summer morning
hand in shimmering water
touches slanting sunlight

Bio: Dan Gilmore