Bio Note: Every so often, there is something that asks for a connection among others—something that we do, or think, that recurs across time. Here, in this poem, it is what most of us do; engage in a study of some aspect of the self, and this may be the exploration of nonmaterial realities—the invisible world of poets and poetry—or it may be material, that is physical, as in the poem, "Hands, A Study". My most recent manuscripts, Terminus, A Pastoral, Mummeries, and Nightshades are out making their rounds.
Hands, A Study
The forearm extended, the fingers slender, turning toward morning, in a study of the self, a dumb gaze in the Garden of Cyrus, or say a white porch in Rhodes, or old Granada, before work or play, before turning to a gesture of invitation or dismissal, want or need, before touching a pen, or holding a page of ciphers in dumb wonderment, a common study of the species before day has begun, to occupy a moment even after it dissolves with all that was in it.
©2021 Michael Gessner
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