Openings
'Openings' by Rosemary Brown
Take a hand, an open hand
(Maybe your hand)
Pulsating with possibilities
Holding, placing, lifting, stroking
Playing, giving, building, writing
A biological wonder at our disposal
Now close it.
The fingers curl in on themselves
The hand has gone – a fist remains
And what can anyone do with that?
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