

I wake up and my hands wake up with me
I work, and yes, they work with me
The right writes endless strokes and dotted lines
Smoothly glides the tip of my pen against the vast white paper on my desk
It turns every page I lay my eyes on
And closes anything that needs to halt.
The left – – – it reaches, grabs, pushes and pulls, and serves as a cushion for my chin or my cheek, whichever is more comfortable
At some point, my right lets go of the pen
Tired and needing of some rest
It reaches for a small white bottle that rests in front of me
Its labels adorned with the daintiest pastels that easily catch the eyes
My right takes hold of the bottle and sprays some of its contents on my equally tired left palm
One, two sprays, and when I’m feeling a bit more generous, three, three sprays
A cold refreshing chill fills my palm
Complemented by a cool fresh innocent scent that can soothe one’s weary soul
I gently rub my right hand against my left
Gently and softly, as if each one is giving the other a massage
Once I’m done, I allow the two unite
I lift them closer to my face, close enough for me to embrace their scent
And there, right at that spot, right at that moment
My hands and I allow ourselves a brief interlude from another day that’s about to end.
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Kenneth Willie M. Layona (BSBA- MAR142)
1. Explicit/Material
2. Culture: Art
3. Implicit/Non-Material Title: It moves when it approves and appreciates; creates sound during applause.
Magos, Jasan Denise – MAR142
Sociology MQ2
This article falls under the theory of individualism because he depends on
himself or it shows self-reliance/independence.
Amador, Ma. Angelica D
Mar141 HSOCCFM