rilke

[elionwyr]

"The Hand"

Look at the tiny bird
that has come by accident into the room:
for twenty heartbeats
it lay in a hand.
A human hand. Determined to protect.
Protective, owning nothing.
But
there on the window sill
free
it is still deep in terror,
strange to itself
and its surroundings,
the universe - no recognition.
Ah, how confusing a hand is,
even bent on rescue.
In the most helpful of hands
there is still death enough
and was money