hungry prelingual humans,
pointing toward the prey

soldiers,
signaling orders

the traffic cop,
directing vehicles

deaf friends,
signing each other

an angry parent or boss,
acting out

a raised arm,
to show your buddies where you are in the crowd

the high five,
awaiting completion

the lecturer,
trying to enhance their speech

the raised fist,
seeking blood and bone

the loved ones at the end of that bright tunnel,
calling you home