hands not grabbing
but holding you securely
when you fall
in the seconds of your falling
hands not buried in solitude
but open to meet
when you dream
in the hours of your dreaming
hands not without meaning
but helpful for others
when they need you
in the days to come
hands not cold and stiff as a stone
but warm and vulnerable
when you dance
in the moments of your happiness
hands not cramped as a fist
but striking you tenderly
when you love
in the most precious time to be
klaus.heidegger (13.12.2022)
(Artwork „hourglass“ in the Ludwigmuseum in Budapest)