For your hand

  • Posted on January 18, 2013 at 10:21 pm

I have deep veins –
pure white, crystal veins
held in a hardness
that was mud, that is stone.

I have been grains –
crushed in dark fire
melted in vastness
made layers, made folds.

I am refined –
yet broken again
ground from a roughness
by oceans, by cold.

I have returned –
a fragment, a stone
somehow a wholeness
a new thing, an old.

I am defined –
through all I have lost
shaped into roundness
for your hand, for your hold.


2012 © Andie Davidson


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