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.