Dear Earth, I kiss your skin.

I kiss the furry forehead of my cat as I stoop to his purring gratitude.

I kiss the rim of my speckled stoneware mug, full of golden tea.

I kiss the face of my phone which connects me to so many.

I kiss the softness of my husband’s neck.

I blow kisses to mountain tops, huge manta ray, brave rebels, frilled peonies, industrial waste, the woman jumping in front of a train, jazz music, hairy-legged spiders, bank managers, a baby’s little toe, this drop of rain, this one, this one.

I kiss the tarmac of Lambeth bridge and touch my forehead down, once, twice, three times, a prayer my Muslim brother showed me.

I kiss your skin, dear Earth. I kiss you all over.

Love and gratitude, Satya <3