Hand
Constance Tupper
I am contemplating my hand,
This knotted bundle wormed with veins,
Once the unfolding petal of a fist,
Grasping at a new world.
What other symbol is so powerful?
Speech for the deaf, words for the blind,
Love and hate in the same formation,
It makes, it breaks, it hurts, it heals.
Hold one small hand over the eyes,
And the universe is gone,
Yet if each hand held one other,
We could ring the world.