I am Hand

A song made from deep look tremble
with tone of one finger drawn on skin
across the scrape of twilight
grace is caught naked in my expression

I pull a ruffled demure
and sweep back hair
as if its sail would stop the breeze

I marry with warm
absorb the knowing of holding something
and somatically learn
what was left unsaid

I speak heart tongue
fragile strong give tender

Capable culpable paired to task
into the wielding of weight and fragile
I can stop a baby’s cry
and bring a love to tears

I am hand
my roots are blue twigs
that flow the heart river
and take it to the reach of further
to grasp at chance and hold on tight

for in the lake she thinks too big
I am the magic ripple