Accompaniment

by W. S. Merwin

The wall in front of me is all one black
mirror in which I see my hands
washing themselves all by themselves
knowing what they are doing
as though they belonged to someone
I do not see there and have never seen
who must be older than I am
since he knows what he is doing

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