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