Holding
Hands
Watching
the old couple
walking hand in hand,
two steadfast friends,
many years of love,
sharing life
for better
for worse
now holding on to each other
not wanting to lose
that precious anchor.
Their hands
find each other
automatically,
a perfect fit,
in harmony familiar
like they were always
together
their warmth
their feel
their rhythmic embrace
forgetful of the first shy kiss
they introduced.
In youthful
innocence
that first touch
so hesitant
so electric
explored
the magnetism
the thrill
of new-found love.
The old, familiar hands
were once strangers
were once awkward
were once timid
experiencing new textures
and new sensations,
instruments of the heart.
Their hands,
worn of work and care,
have earned a living
have cooked
have wiped a feverish brow
have waved goodbye
have guided
have held on
have let go,
rest now in the comfort
of each other.
The youthful
thrill
of exploration
has evolved
through many journeys
hand in hand
blending hearts
and souls
so now
the hands' embrace
is a bond
a lifeline
a togetherness
an acceptance
a reassurance
that they have had a partner
in this life,
that they fit each other
and are not alone.
©
2002 Richard Sidy |