Your hands are worn
and suggest your true age
But they are always lending
and preparing conditions.
The sign of maturity

They are long and slim
and they seem to work with natural intuition
knowing where to lift
and tuck
to make ready a space
to fill it with life

Sometimes turning up
with surprising curiosity
in a place I would have put them
As if a magic trick
where one sees their own life
being pulled out of a hat