hand of Adamah

I see a hand
de.fence.less.ly
reaching for mine
for the first time.
These palms
should have met
(December 10th 1991).
Mine, barely
wrapping around your thumb.

Instead

Mine, have grown
to hold mercy
yours, wilt in shame

 

* * *

 

Remorse full palms –
wintered branches
in the back of his hands
valleys carved
across knuckles
which never clenched ours
in their deepening


unhinge

two vessels which shook,
now resonate


Tell us

you thought of us –
held fists to time –
open palms to sky –

 

Rain
cut valleys through your being
searching for offspring
Only your palms could define
Remorse.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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