Ann Privateer


Seated, listening to music
We hold hands, palm to palm
Fingers intertwined

We become a conduit
Your energy flowing into mine
From this place, this spot

I wonder if you feel it too
But dare not ask or move
Or change this moment. 


Ann Privateer is a retired teacher who writes poetry, paints, and gardens. Her poems have appeared in Manzanita, 100 Poems of Sacramento, and Tiger Eyes to name a few.