I’m going to hold your hand now
Davey – so I can check your pulse.

Your pulse beats at wrists
ankles, behind knees
and in your throat; it beats
in what we call the temples
holy places of the mind
where thoughts congregate
to pray and sing, chant and sway.

Their rhythm drives blood
through this pulse, feeding your
knowing, your thinking
while hands reach and grasp
knees flex their tender hinge
feet walk into living
and throat gives voice.