Hands

how lovely your hands

the strength and caresse

more arrogant than feet

of your hands you bore a letter

but never marched to war

have you ever thought of hands

many hands make a smooth handle

of a tree branch or lifting

water to a mouth

hands poised for receiving

blessings or climbing rocks

or making love or counting money

hands never make

they only accept

cannot be made real

but only come true

like dreams