I passed out under a tree.
It reached out with its
leaves -
left a soft touch near
 the top of my head

which nearly brought me
to tears because it felt
like my grandfather's

&

that same warm rush
rose to the corner of my eyes

when I saw that my
pointer finger on my
right hand
as it rose to God's
Oneness
was the one that was scarred.
Life is only these meticulosities.