Saturday, February 23, 2013

Hands

Hands that touch.  Touch a frail body ever so sensitively.  Hands that are wrinkled.  Hands that are freckled.  Hands that can have the weight of a ton of bricks.  Hands that I use to beg to intertwine with mine.  Just for a bit.  Calm hands.  Nervous hands.  Hands attached to long fingers and even longer nail beds.  Proof we're related hands.  Hands with the blessing of cooking skills.  Thank you Mom hands.  Well manicured hands taking care of rough calloused hands.  Signs of a lifetime of hard work hands. Seemingly huge hands have grown smaller over the years.  Mini hands full of multicolored polish.  Full of life and so much possibility hands.  Hands that look for a phone but instead find their way to a keyboard.  Hands that clean.  Hands that iron.  Hands that hang freshly washed clothes.  Hands that wipe tears.  Hands that come together to pray.  Hands that grip a yoga mat.  Downward dog.  Bridge.  Help me hands.  Help me make sense.  Hands.




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