How a Hand is Made
       

How someone ever thought
to touch, to reach

out as in a spoken
word before words—

the watchers watched
the sky, not knowing

how to say begin
to another person, or

a stone, until, struck—
erupted something

secretive, small enough
to become the world

in one breath,
forever, held.

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from Before Isadore
Sundress Publications
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