I hold myself 
Walking down street
Speaking to strangers
As if dear friends

I hold thumb between
Two fingers
Capturing the sense
That I am me, not them

Knowing full well
Where the boundary is
Where my body ends
And yours begins

Yet the fingertips
That stretch back
From my mind's eye
Touch yours and hide

Nestled in a hollow
Where no one can reach
I entwine with you 
As if strolling through

The parting tide
Ignores the wall
Between earth and sea
Too timid to dive

Admiring the view
From low water line
Signals lost in fog
Along the way

Holding onto mine