Wrinkled Hands

Wrinkled hands
Grasping one another.
Knobby knuckles
Thin skin.

These hands
Have held each other
For decades.

This simple moment
Splits the sky
Shatters mountains
Is the key
To questions unanswered.

These old, fragile hands,
Attached to tired, sagging frames,
Have the tightest grip on earth.

Nothing can separate these hands.
Not time, or age,
Space, or event.

These hands,
Together
Are love.

The soul-shaking
Gut-wrenching
Universe-making kind.

These hands,
Together
Are forever.