Manuela Thiess Garcia Poetry (2017)

Missing the Point of Connection


At our nimble fingertips:

The last beat of a melancholy heart,

The beginning of a whim,

The world opens to our wondering eyes.


At the last beat of a bleary heart,

Crashing against past and future shores,

The world dances to our saturated eyes

At a serendipitous landing

Or somewhere by design.


Crashing against past and future shores,

At the cost of touch to touch,

By design or serendipitously,

From minimal dusk to maximum dawn.


At the loss of touch to flesh,

Our illusions preempt our prudence.

From maximum dusk to minimal dawn:

Only our nimble fingertips.