Applaud the long, ancient,

drip of a decision,

made over and over

uncounted, groping generations,

to sculpt the clumps

at the end of our two uprooted limbs

into tools that quiver

from the inside out

praying, holding, folding, feeling, stirring, strumming, tying, typing, cupping, dancing, writing, keeping, stroking, sifting, knitting, lifting, sorting, waving, playing, reaching, and,

ultimately,

releasing.