where hands meet
I’ve always been fascinated with identity; what sets one apart from another. The idea of our hands being the subject of life came to me over the summer, where I fell in love with the aspect of connection, relationships, and emotions. I began capturing the elegance of what stories our hands have through the art of photography and poetry. Based on the photographs I took, I wrote a poem focusing around the themes of romance, youth, family, love, and faith. Be sure to check out my series to understand the connection between my writing and photographs.
Where Hands Meet by Anyah Jackson
These hands of ours –
unique, down to the fingerprint,
are an identity waiting to be
discovered,
A love begging to be
remembered,
A promise hoping to be
kept.
I hope I come across a set
that make mine sweat. A pair
that wants to twirl me
in a sort of ballroom
waltz. To feel the warmth
between the surface
of our palms.
Where hands meet,
love stories are born.
The delicacy of our
desire rests in the
extension of our
reach; to breathe
and place your arm
out of a car window,
to be engulfed by the
breeze; watching
the atmosphere blur
as the trees morph
into the horizon.