Optics, plastics, and haptic

Filtered breath escapes between my mask and nose,

                        fogging shield, yet

                        I clearly see your worried brow.

                        Cloth and plastic

                              muffle voices, disguise faces, lips

                              cannot hide smiling eyes.

I would grasp your warm hands

with my inevitably cold ones, tactile sensate

                        Gloved must do

                        haptics muted by clammy nitrile

                        cannot dull a healing touch.

Lealani Mae Acosta, MD, MPH
Faculty Member

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