hands full of words

some need to be approached slowly
picked up delicately with fingertips

others need speed and both hands
to wrap around and keep them contained

still others invite themselves
jumping up and down until chosen

some lie still, playing possum
until I look away
and then they twitch and nip
and leap to freedom

hands full of words
right now, loving best the ones that try
to slip between my fingers

©clairegriffin2017

inspired by a tweet by John Guzlowski “My poems are clumsy…”