Perhaps I have come full circle.
I can four-finger-thumb an O, but my K's are still shaky.
Three fingers don't seem enough these days as I learn to sign.
They are heavy. Pen-laden. Weary. I thought exercise was good: More muscle; strong-like-bull.
These hands! Look at them: they have lived. They have toasted;
not toasted and toasted again.
They have scattered ashes, made bread, made war; held beauty and shit and deep dark loam; buried seeds and killed flowers in equal measure.
These hands have loved you with every ounce of their being.
You should look at them.
But I know you won't.
And that is big-O shaky-K.
Rather ordinary they are. Yet soulful just the same.