Celina Adrian

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"nanas hands"

her hands
so beautiful and so bold
wise but not hardly old
nana and I sail until I can't see anything ahead,
not even a future
though nana can
big velvet conch shelled hands
next to my tiny ears
I hear years
of ocean tales
stories of riptides and storms, waves too high to contain
nana laughs about the day the rain came
and she promises me that tomorrow will be calm
although not everyone will know peace
like tomorrow does