Touched Back copyright then & 2010 by Candelaria Silva
Brothers, when I touch you I’m trying to communicate the feeling.
Black man, when I touch you I want to be touched back.
I wrote this short poem when I was 17. In those days, I wrote poetry every day. I would walk into ideas, breathe in images, stir feelings, whip myself into a frenzy over household and political injustices, pine for this boy or the other to notice me, etcetera.
What did I know when I wrote this poem? Nothing much really.
Now I know.
I know about reaching out to someone – through words, a look, an offering, a smile,
I know about longing to bridge distance, to thaw the chill, to ignite interest.
I know about how things slide, are delayed, and tilt.
I know how easy it is to let go instead of embracing and calling forth.
You say the 17 year old didn’t know much, but she knew what she knew and she said it well. Nice. Very nice.
Beautiful! Amazing how poems can
bridge times and stages of life…and
jar new thoughts.
Yes, it is amazing how poems and feelings bridge time.
Thanks for your comment.