I still have this picture of myself
when I was 7 months or so in a
fold-out camping chair at a petting
zoo somewhere in the Adirondacks.
I’m touching the snout of a ram.
And judging by the look in my eye, I
would have turned down knighthood
just to grasp a few strands of his wool.
Strapped in. Two creatures sent along
different neural pathways but attuned.
Locked in the symmetry of boundaries held
in place by a universal grammar of touch.