Image Source

Written by Rachel Goh

Five fingers
on each hand
make ten

yet, still,
fall short
of reaching

the cookie jar on the topmost shelf
the eraser in the nook between wall and desk
the hands extended to you
over the railing

your eyes say you’re tired
you’ve had enough
you want to let go
the wind tugs at your feet
an eternal rest

yet, still,
these hands,
five fingers on each making ten,
seize and,
on to that lifeline

you stretch a hand up

ten fingers,
five on each,
fall short
in the end


Recommended Articles

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

%d bloggers like this: