Saturday, December 08, 2007

poem - 8 hands


...band names
guitar, children,
recipes, mandolin,
reading and travel stapled and taped



8 hands


I leave eight hands at home, not just six

I do take two with me.

I leave eight eyes at home, not only six

I take two with me.

Eight legs, eight ears, and four hearts

beating softly before dawn


I steal this from my slumber time,

so that I might better play laugh sing,

during the many hours of parenting

relating, and conferring.


I can barely recall, a time

Having ten hands, ten eyes and ears

five hearts beating softly before dawn,

in which these limbs and senses

were not part of my waking thoughts

and also the time from which

I wake.


Eight hands, eight eyes, four hearts,

ten, ten, and five I take along

softly before dawn.


published in Poets Espresso