There is a secret life in your hands
no one sees.
Name yourself in it
so you can be recognized,
because, here, you serve no one.
Your thoughts are your own.
Your body denies
the clutching hands of the wanting child.
You are no one's.
Your feet are on the fundament,
they are planted,
and you can feel the press of earth
along your soles
from heel to toe
for the first time.