Ode to my Hands

A hand is not only four fingers and a thumb

Nor only a palm and knuckles or tendons

A hand is not only a bunch of lines and dramas

Nor only what it has written

Grinning, as only hands can grin
Impossible feelings - dimensions, possibilities
Without feelings. Think of it! Yes, No…
Let my brain! Make my veins and my tiny muscles
To thank you - my two angry sisters

Teach a sluggish about an unreasonable world