How did we earn these wrinkles so quickly?
These knuckles are sagging like nylons
on the knees of tired old ladies,
These nails are scored like the faces
of soldiers back from the war,
These fingers have grown thin and scarred
by attempts to grasp meanings,
These hands are thoughtful now,
more delicate, more frail,
These hands, now folded and calm,
dream of resurrection.