An artist’s hands
Stained with wrinkles
Crafted with crafting
Her own memories
Etched upon molten clay
Artists veins
Popping blue
Eager to write
To run free
Amongst mysteries of
Knowing and unknowing
Artists hands
Delicate and fierce
Ravaging and subtle
Laser beams of love
Wrapping Light with Light
And time with stardust
Artists hands
Celebrating all that is
Was, and is on its way
Creating Beauty
And tearing it down
To craft
Again
Artists hands
Their story scripted
Engraved in cuts, scrapes
Palms leathery with delight
Fingertips sensitive rays
Of light
Artists hands
I hold in mine
Enjoying every pulsing
Slice
Of precious time