Hands can reach,
so much more than
the salt across the table.


Hands can touch


the


bottom

of the deepest oceans

and pull drowning humanity
to the surface


by the last hanging piece,




of its fractured essence.





And hands can pull


two antithetic worlds,



Mismatched




and



Contrary




together only for a moment.



So lovers may kiss,



And the observers may cry.





Hands can extend

to the heavens afar.



Though they cannot



bring back the lost,

hands can grasp






the gates for a moment,



so goodbyes can be told,




and last ‘I love you’s can be murmured.


Hands can reach, so much more than







the salt across the table.