hands

 

could remember how to do the Rubik’s cube
they have, but maybe now forget
could turn the golf club head, draw a shot
that long lost
ached to try music but were never tested
never opportune
they surprise me now
though I’ve not quite got that rhythm yet
The Gift To Be Simple
when I focus, a film, a discussion, I like them soft
finger tips touching, barely
electric
they’re learning to speak to each other at the piano
as they once dreamt they could
in a dialect of youth
kneading me back towards myself
rebuilding pathways
whilst the ice holds off

A. H / K. H-H (15th & 30th September 2018)

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