Empty Hands
Kirsty MacDougall
With love and gratitude to Danusha Lameris
We love best that which we cannot hold in two hands,
That which we cannot explain in two concise sentences,
That which will never be captured in the two grubby photos on our fridge.
That which we love best is the most fragile:
We cannot hold it close to our chests.
We cannot voice its true meaning to another.
We cannot see it in front of us—real and true.
We love best that which may never be best for us:
Love sometimes forever unrequited,
Love sometimes hidden in shame,
Love sometimes resented, unwanted.
Yet, that which we love best--
Though it is the hardest love to bear--
Fills us with fulfillment that the tangible can never serve.
In love,
Laden and heavy with love,
We continue to cherish that which we love best
Though we will never hold it in our two hands.
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Kirsty MacDougall has loved all writing forms since childhood and uses poetry to creatively balance her nine-to-five demands. Her poetry follows a stream-of-consciousness process, the outcome serving as a mirror to understand the world. Kirsty’s work has appeared in The Pine Cone Review, Sharp! Magazine, Poets Online, and Free the Verse.
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