the hands full of fingers


the hands full of fingers
squeezed
drink the juice
salt of the earth
that's the way you are
feel
you are just a leaf
hanging at a tree
trembling in the wind
i saw you leave
singing in a song
returning
with empty hands

enter
being yourself
fly away from your shadow
see the light
drink it eat it
dream in a long sea
waves moving over the flat beach
the face of the water
yours
forget the hands
the morning in the window
starting a new hour