Imagine your hand is
one hundred days older
Than the hand you use now.
Look at your hand.
What will that hand hold,
in one hundred days from now?
What will that hand have push away
that changes the next one hundred days?
Your hand is younger than it is now
than it will be in one hundred days.
In one hundred days, this hand will
mould and shape and change each way.
This hand is the age you are now,
and this hand is not eternal.
This hand helps you to write and pick up
what you need; reflexes from danger, sometimes.
One hand in one hundred days may be
marked, with a burn or scar or a tattoo.
The other hand may be softer, because
you wore gloves or moisturised by choice.
Or maybe this hand in one hundred days
Will be blistered, from harm you fought with wonder.
Maybe this hand is a blessing forgotten
And you reach for another coffee.
So why are you so focused
on what happened one hundred days ago?
The hand moves, clenches, rests, changes,
like time too.