2 and one-half hand-lengths

we all need
something
I need
a rain
after the winter
to let me know
it's not all over
I need
a stack of compact discs
with your voice
and your scent
emblazoned
in holographic
verity
and what do you need?
perhaps a sip of tea
or the sound of devotees
chanting Shiva's names
to keep you
tied to this Earth plane
or perhaps you need
something so simple
and improbable
as my undivided attention
my wobbling ceased
a trickle of honey
joy
falling the 2 and one-half
hand-lengths
from nostrils
to heart