A Pair of Hands in the Future

Can I trust this pair of hands?

Across all the anger and doubt

After all the wounds and fights

Beyond the lines I myself drew.

Can I trust this pair of hands, nevertheless?


A pair of hands that cooks for me

A pair of hands that rub on my sore arm

A pair of hands that learns clapping games

A pair of hands that braids hair for the first time

My hair that never been this long.


I ask the pair to stoke my hair

and then irises and foxtails.

I just really need to know.

Can I trust the pair?


And I finally conclude -

after some moon cycles

Twelve of them.

Aha, that pair of hands is just from the future

In the loop of Heptapods.

In the possible or impossible future.


One big sigh, two big sigh, and the three.

Click.





Date:

June 2021

Role:

Photographer, Art Director, Writer

Tags:

Gender, VisualArt