Ten Fingers

Ten Fingers


Ten fingers rested on a lap.

Just that morning, they had gripped hard the handle of the spoon they used to stir together a batch of cookies. Later, they held and moved the pen across a letter to a friend on the other side of the ocean. Recently, they touched flowers along the trail as they took their evening walk.

Yesterday, they had tended wounds. Last week, they held tight the kite string at the beach. Last year, they wore a ring, now stowed away.

Tomorrow? Who is to say?