Greg Moglia, one poem
- Greg Moglia
- May 1, 2018
- 1 min read
A STRANGER’S TOUCH
At the Met I’m on guard over grandkids
In close study of a mummy
When fingers begin
To entwine my hand
I look up to see a middle-aged woman
Back to me taking a last look at the room
Her hand soft and comforting folds in mine
A mystery that feels right
Then she says Which way honey?
My hold forces her to turn
She sees me and jumps with a screech
I say nothing
Her husband…says to me with a smile
She does that all the time
His wife scoots away in his direction
I say nothing - her hand so easy
Greg Moglia is a veteran of 27 years as Adjunct Professor of Philosophy of Education at N.Y.U and 37 years as a high school teacher of Physics and Psychology. His poems have been accepted in over 300 journals in the U.S., Canada, England, India, Australia, Sweden, and Austria as well as five anthologies. He is the eight times a winner of an ALLEN GINSBERG Poetry Award sponsored by the poetry center at Passaic County Community College. He lives in Huntington, N.Y.