unplugged
hands free to wrap around
garden implements, cooking utensils,
musical instruments, carpenter’s tools,
books, friends, lovers, babies;  hair
and make-up done by wind and sun,
clothing along for the free ride, bare
feet dug into soft dirt, down
past bullets and buttons
of the recent ones, beneath the bones
of ancient ones, to touch the heart
of Great Mother herself

what they do is worth doing.
i try not to stare at them too much