If we were made like you
As spoken by the oracles of beliefs
In their many incantations and codifications
Then may I ask
How big your hands are?
Are they as big as the pate of earth’s head?
Are they as big as the back of the mat-like sky?
Are they as big as the faces of unmeasurable seas?
Let me know how big they are
That all hands crave to hold
In good or bad times
Would you every hold all
Or make some fall?
What is the formula for selection to hold?
Tell me so I will be bold
Would you ever heed the call
To save this rolling ball?
This heat is generating questions
Questions like pins with two sharp tips
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016