Hands

A tiny hand fisted and soft
Challenging the new air
Outside of the womb
Reaching for something solid
Gentle touch of a wondrous parent
Instinct wraps the tiny hand around finger and heart

My adult hands were once soft and reaching
Stretching into life for meaning and connections
Learning and growing into real world ways
Instinct deep inside the bones waiting for expression
My adult hands have worked many tasks with nuanced meainings

One hand a rudder to steady and guide
The other, a grip for the tools of the task
The challenge to me has been how to use my hands
These appendages we are born with that stretch into open air
And grip a giant finger with our tiny soft hands

Our hands, like antennae into this strange new world
Instinct and intuition are like two hands
Coming together to express emotion, applaud in wonder
In our deepest sorrows or in marvelous joys
Our hands join as one in Namaste.

“Sometimes, reaching out and taking someone’s hand is the beginning 

of a journey. At other times, it is allowing another to take yours.”

~ Vera Nazarian,  The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration.