I stretched out my hand - another one, one of a slew, good luck to you too -
but the shake was rejected. No, she said. And hugged me.
When all praise sounded tinny and when all the stories sounded preposterous and when
every act sounded silly and when I had forgotten everything but my face as a monster and
my place as a pathetic prophet without a prophecy - a hug, tout autre. A thing outside
And then it was. Self confirmed by an other in an act uncalled for, unbeconned, undemanded and without demands. Freely offered: an act total.
A hug, completely unexpected.