Is that my hand? Lightly spotted, thin?
Yes.
Not the hand of my youth, no, but a learned hand.
It knows much; it is very wise.
It knows where to go—and not.
It serves, it loves, it works, it plays.
It leads, it trails, it grasps… it lets go.
Le Anne, a recent transplant to small town North Carolina, enjoys book clubs, writing short and flash fiction, and time spent Zooming with her creative writing group.