Shouldn't…but Do

This morning I lifted a piece of fruit to my mouth with my left hand.  With some effort I completed the deal.

Later, I lifted both arms straight above my head and tried to touch the sky.  I did not quite make it, but close.

Bringing hands down, I did my best to let left meet right.  Fingers touching as if in prayer, they made it.  Right fingers knobby and normal.  Left fingers swollen, discolored.  It is okay.  They met again.

About five weeks ago, they looked pretty similar.  A break in the action changed that.

Now they rest together.  The left entwined with the right, in a posture we call folded.  But I know better.  Two old friends, once parted, now together again.  Each leaning on the other for comfort.  Howdy stranger.