Hands
Diane Saienni Albanese
April 1, 2020
Hands are for washing
Twenty times a day
Fingers splayed
Scrub tops with vigor
Isolate thumbs
Poke under nails
Swish with pure water
Twenty times a day
Adapt to this world
Think forward
To a time when poems
Won’t be just warnings
Of danger or peril
When a poem will serve
To elevate
And illuminate
Faith in little rituals
Washing hands now
But preparing
For hands
To embrace
Each other again
Handshakes and hugs
Humanity’s salvation
