Oh, at Last

My hands fascinate me.

All the things they’ll never do,

But all the things they

Already did.

If I could tell her anything,

It’s to hold on to right

Now,

But also make room

for tomorrow.

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That place where God lives,

In the infinite everywhere–

Taken to watching

These hands

fumble

In the last world

And this one too–

Seeking to calm

The shake of them,

Admire the shape of them

And set them free,

Oh,

At last.