The task of a hand
is to hold a smaller hand
assist it up stairs
or across the street
the task of a hand
is to grip its mate
in silent prayer
the hand kneads
speaks
waves
caresses
the face of a lover
touches a body
here
and
here
pounds a table in rage
scratches out words
on a page
the task of a hand
is to wring out
the world’s pain
shield against bright light
defend in darkness
seek the softness of a cat
stroke its sleek fur.
The task of a hand is to be fleet.