Proof in Palms

We do not need to know
How it is we came to be here.
Only that we are
fearfully,
wonderfully,
made.
The proof is in
your hands.

Here's for the wrists,
who gently bend
to catch
the curved spine
of a kitten falling
dreamily from
your side.

Who, when he wakes,
realizes what has happened.
and purrs acknowledging
he has been caught in love.

For the palms that know
how to hold a baby's head
so full of dreams and wonder.

Can you make a fist with your hand?
Not to raise in angst and anger,
but to know it is the same size
as your heart,
ka-thump, ka-thumping
in your chest, saying,
"Be-Well, be-well, be-well."

We do not need to know
How it is we came to be here.
Only that we are
fearfully,
wonderfully,
made.
The proof is in
your hands.