These are my hands….
From Ric Masten –
I think of my poems and songs, as hands.
And if I did not hold them out to you,
I find I won´t be touched.
If I keep them in my pocket,
I would never get to see you.
Seeing me, seeing you.
And though I know from experience,
Many of you for a myriad of reasons,
Will laugh and spit
And walk away unmoved
Still, to meet those of you who do reach out
It is well worth the risk and pain.
Here are my hands –
Do with them what you will……