Interface::Mud

I didn’t step onto it—
it received me

cool at first
then slower
then everywhere

slipping between the toes
before the thought of balance

a yielding
that didn’t give way

just…
made room

your hand found mine
fingertips touching
not through air
but through something that listened

carrying the pressure
softening it
returning it altered

closer
than touch should be

we didn’t move faster

it held us