Hands

You carry

more than

your own weight,

exhausted,

thirsty of

recognition.

You carry yourself,

you carry

somebody else’s self,

naked

towards

a crowd

of forever

anonymous

strangers.

Appalling strangers,

applauding strangers.

You let them

carry

the weight

of your body,

you release yourself

in those touching hands,

those judging hands.

They will rub

you warm.

But don’t forget

you rule them.

If you don’t

tell them what to to,

they will applaud

somebody else.