Tiny birds,

frantic in flight,

never pause,

never alight

ribbons of skin

brambles curled tight…

thick and clutching Hands.

Spinning tops

circling round

endlessly busy

eternal astound

certain amazement

forever confound

confusing, rapture Hands

Slipping digits

grips that spill

fists that fumble;

always will

fingers clutch

and can’t keep still

clumsy foolish Hands

Silken fingers

ivory keys

limbs that aid the

life with ease

braided palms

gentle tease…

porcelain graceful Hands