How useful could they be really
extremities that just hang from us

They run into things
They trip over things
They get us into trouble

Some grab things
Some drop things
Some run, toward the wrong things

They put things into other things
and make people say I love you

All of them flesh, soft, rubbery
All of them easily broken, hurt

I was thrown once, at high speed, like a top, into the wind

They pulled away from me as far as they could
like they were trying to save themselves

They covered my eyes
before you asked me to look at you
before you asked me to leave

They held my head
They packed my bags
They walked me out

They would not bring me food
They would not get me out of bed
They would not reach for help

Somehow, they got me up
Somehow, they got me home
Somehow, they led me back to you

They move the hair from your face again
They wrap themselves around you again
They hold yours when we walk again

Today they knelt and clasped themselves together