Neville

A Handful of Water

A Handful of Water

 

I watched,

but from a safe distance

and took note

of how you worked them

between your

rough, calloused and still

bleeding hands

until they were smoothe

like pebbles

   or pretty polished glass ..

And my word,

how they glistened upon

the backs

and the palms of those

   hands of yours ..

I recall how I marvelled

at how they

looked just like pearls,

but were mere

beads of water, yet no less

precious perhaps

than perfect cut diamonds

in this desolate

   landscaped desert of ours ..