Shaping Hands Out of Nothing
Cups, wings
waves in the flow of swimming fingers,
seen as a thought, not a concrete thing,
but a movement
shaped out of nothing.
Mention the hands, make them
speak, dance, make love
to other hands
hands not yours – not, not yours.
Only thinking creates them,
makes them pour water
from oceanic cups,
fly beyond the body,
swim in bright rivers
where the swimmers
are tears.
Give them eyes to see in the dark,
hold them up over your blindness,
let them free
to discover your body
for the first time - with no past time,
let them open in prayer
as only a thought in a moving hand
can do.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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