Title: These Hands
Size: 12″ x 16″
Medium: Gouache on wood panel, varnished
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A Woman’s Hands
These hands have been tied, binds of love, ribbons tied tight
Pretty in pink, on years of birthday presents.
These hands are vintage, worn like doll parts
Once freshly polished young, these hands have lived, earned their scars.
These hands have been, tied by meanness, assaulted by lovers,
Broken by strangers, smacked by fathers, struggled free and kissed goodbye.
Wiped children’s tears, made change, made beds, knitted and sewn,
Nailed, sawed and laid a roof, dug and planted forgotten gardens,
Tlled and mortared, filled in blanks, scrubbed and scoured.
These hands have swum Hanalei waves, steered freeways, climbed rocks and sorted socks.
Been scalded, gloved, tattooed, sunburned, massaged, painted, rained on and spit on.
Sketched and drawn, designed and awarded, noted and outlined, washed and folded.
These hands have been shaken by a President and sundry rock stars
They’ve petted kittens, horses, snakes, smashed spiders, mosquitos and martini glasses.
Picked up slack, taken inventory, chopped and stirred, postponed and deferred.
Served and cleared the world’s kitchens,
Silent and thankless in their duty, taking care, taking care.
Dishpan hands, a mother’s hands, tied by biology, genetics
primal survival and corporate shit.
They’ve caressed a girlfriend’s breast, a boyfriend’s ass
Scribbled graffiti, etched glass and pulled prints off a press.
Held a wedding band and slipped one on another,
These hands have cut hair and flesh, held cigarettes and smeared Revlon,
Plucked brows and splinters, spun records and baked cakes.
Picked oranges and avocados, slid a pool cue, built sand castles.
Made shadow puppets, turned pages, changed oil, taken pills.
Made fists, lifted weights, rocked out, flipped off and flipped out.
Tugged and tucked toddlers as that hand grew, big, then bigger.
These hands have tied shoelaces and cleat knots, hair ribbons and garbage bags,
backpacks, luggage racks, curtain ties and empty sighs,
Tried and still trying – to hold together, that which must drift away.
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