Gossamer Hands
I’m a passenger on a predestined journey
Guided by hands I cannot see
When I stumble she pulls positioning me forward
When I fall she lifts with inspiring energy
When I fumble and flop she swerves not deterred
In a range of angles, I cannot see
No constraints can defeat my invisible Marionette
Who plods dexterously with limited possibilities
Maneuvering invisible strings and pulleys
She orchestrates an encumbered dance
But merely a clumsy waltz
Controlled by divine gossamer strands
Nimble hands I cannot fathom
Guide me on a predestined journey
Copyright © 2017 by E. Denise Billups
Art: Courtesy of Padlas Tetovalas Otletek
