July 27, 2015 by katmcdaniel
I love hands like I love people. They are the maps and
compasses with which we navigate our way through life:
feeling our way over mountains passed and valleys crossed,
they are our histories.
Some people read palms to tell your future,
I read hands to tell your past.
Each scar marks a story worth telling: each callused palm,
each cracked knuckle—a broken bottle, a missed punch,…
–Sarah Kay, Hands
You can read the entire poem here, as well as Sarah’s biography. Stunning vulnerability.