The Tasks of Hands

What do I see when I look at my hands?

I have seen them

balled into fists,

petting my first dog,

holding a girls hand,

learning how to hold drum sticks,

learning to move across piano keys,

hold a pencil and scrawl words onto

oversized paper children learn to write on.

I have seen my hands

stroke my beard,

hold a beer,

scratch my head,

gently hold a woman by the waist,

feel the inside of life,

you get the idea.

There is something

in watching them write

that never ceases

being the purest alchemy.