hands

hands

I wasn't prepared when you came,

You were with a handful of dreams.

Three or four small fish struggling to swim

Through the water in your hands!

I didn’t know they were from the ocean,

That those spec of salty waters

Could hold hand in hand the colourful creatures so real,

For hours and for days, without pain, remarks!

I vaguely remember asking you to throw

The fighters, from where they came,

Your remote eyes looked lost and strange,

You dried away with all of them.

Between a splash and a spec,

Lied eons of thoughts tongue-tied.

Dreamers in the guise of swimmers

Are marked in my hands once tried!

22 December 2014