Eva Collins : Photographs and Writing

Words

The Hand

Once a baby starfish,

now a quivering spider

searching for a light switch

in the dark.

A ceaseless worker

fetching things for me,

Queen Bee.

A body guard,

a diplomat,

an usher.

It has bid at auctions,

signed bills,

hung paintings,

delivered babies

pulled teeth

pushed luck

tickled fancy

threw a punch.

Adorned in jewels,

kissed by gentlemen

squeezed by loving friends

but, best of all,

stroked for reassurance

by its twin,

the other hand.

Eva Collins