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…”