Touch faces, trembling

After Psalm 146

I touch faces, trembling,

face after face, different,

each promising a way

the way

the only way

the right way, or the left,

we are all

we are none

no face can save

not one

each face weathers,

dies, returns to dust

all of the ways

return to dust.

Photograph by Sylvie Tittel via Unsplash. Used with permission.