These hands of mine

This is the other poem I wrote in response to the Jim Harrison quote Jilly posted a couple of days ago. You can read the first one here

“It is life’s work to recognize the mystery of the obvious”  

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These hands of mine,

ever-busy tools,

twin companions,

never flinching from a task,

familiar as sunshine and the purring of the cat,

always before my eyes,

but in a blur of inattention,

a group noun like rain or ocean

not crystal raindrops,

or perfectly curled waves.

Only when you take them in your own,

strong-fingered, violinist, carpenter’s hands,

that make magic from wires and switches,

planks of wood,

bolt battleship-sturdy pipes,

and tease music to make the heart sob,

do I know what the maker of hands intended.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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