I once opened
a book one day
(at a cafe)
and read the words,
“There are no hands.”

I had not read
the book, so I
did not know what
“There are no hands”
could possibly
refer to.

Who could have
no hands?
Why are there
no hands?
How can this
“no hands”
be described
without
the whole
story?

How can this strange
revelation:
“hands,”
be depicted
shortly, with that
necessary
eloquence
all emotions
put on paper
need?



With so little data,
could you
possibly create a
mood
and an
emotion
with sparsely chosen words,
so it is not so much
a story
as a
moment?
One specific moment
in time and space?
One short passage?

I am not so sure I could undertake such an
undertaking
and be satisfied enough to call it a success.
To put it bluntly,
it is out of my hands.