Ode to things - Pablo Neruda

I enjoyed this whole poem, but this particular part of the poem, is what I liked the most. To me, it just made me think of how everyone is connected. Almost everything we have ever touched has been touched by another human hand, but their trace is long gone. 


I love
all
things,
not because they are
passionate
or sweet-smelling
but because,
I don’t know,
because
this ocean is yours,
and mine:
these buttons
and wheels
and little
forgotten
treasures,
fans upon
whose feathers
love has scattered
its blossoms,
glasses, knives and
scissors –
all bear
the trace
of someone’s fingers
on their handle or surface,
the trace of a distant hand
lost
in the depths of forgetfulness.