I used to know what these arms could hold
the weight of each small thing
how the paper folded
how the roses pricked my skin
how the warm breath felt
how the tea filled the cup
how the sunset chased shadows to the room
I used to know these things
and then I learned the truth

Where will these hands take me?
I wonder in the dark hours
when the stars have all fallen asleep
and even the moon is quiet

where will I be when dawn breaks through
and another day begins?

I am not lost
even still

and the whisper that reminds me
echoes through my mind
along the curve of my arm
to settle in the palm of my hand

~

leigh-anne fraser