Juanita Pöhl 

I am my hands.

 

They touch, they embrace, they create.

 

They bend, they form, they shape.

 

They didn’t go to art school.

 

They tilled in South African soil for thirty odd years.

 

They now dig deep in earthen Australia, craving to carve past layers of rock into veins of water where my roots will embed, where my soul will settle.

 

I am my hands.

 

Their name is Juanita.

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And I would love to meet you...