Fundamental Truths

There are eight bones in the wrist

19 in each hand

5 Metacarpals

14 Phalanges

These are fundamental facts.

Like the sky is blue

Because light scatters.

On its way to earth

Things to hold onto tightly

When the world is cruel

When things are changing

Shifting beneath your feet

Things I whisper in the dark

When I am afraid

For they are my truths.

And I cling to them

So I curl up whispering

These truths to myself

The sky is still blue.

The truth is still truth

There are eight bones in my wrist

38 in my hands

10 metacarpals

28 Phalanges