It was with our touch that we respectfully entered into unknown, uncharted territory together.
You stared at me with those hazel eyes pleading for a solution. I didn’t have one for you. I had just come home and found you in tears. Your prognosis was in months now. It didn’t seem fair. But facing death at any age never seems fair. All I could do was reach out my hand to yours. Our hands touched. First our fingers, then our fingers entwined into contact with our palms.
It was with our touch that we respectfully entered into unknown, uncharted territory, together, discovering that darkness can be an ally.
You darkness from which I come,
I love you more than all the fires
that fence out the world,
for the fire makes a circle
so that no one sees you anymore.
But darkness holds it all:
the shape and the flame,
the animal and myself,
how it holds them,
all powers, all sight—
and it is possible: its great strength
is breaking into my body.
I have faith in the night.
Rainer Maria RilkeTrans. D.W.