If you can, look closely at your hands.
Let's say every day is a life, every night
A reincarnating exhaustion, every
Waking moment a new existence.
If you can, look closely at your hands
As they wash the cups and plates,
As they fold the laundered unders.
So much attention, I am told,
Is worthy of extravagant caution.
For a person with a soul,
Nonexistence is not an option.