For Warmth: a poem by Thich Nhat Hanh

For Warmth

I hold my face in my two hands.
No, I am not crying.
I hold my face in my two hands
to keep the loneliness warm –
two hands protecting,
two hands nourishing,
two hands preventing
my soul from leaving me
in anger.

From Call Me By My True Names: The Collected Poems of Thich Nhat Hanh