Day 369: Those Hands
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i used to study
my grandmother’s hands,
which held strong, thin
and diligent
digits,
each
a capable soldier-spy,
at the ready
and discreet.
i remember being intrigued mostly
by the veins
that bulged
at the surface
and over the boney mechanisms
below her wrists.
i wondered if
the blue channels
had been made larger
because a more significant
amount of blood
coursed through them –
like the heart
was actually trying
to come out
through all the deeds
those hands did –
or if instead,
the length of her days
had simply thinned the skin
to transparency,
and thus made visible
a limitless, yet fragile force.
it was probably both.
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