Friday, May 23, 2014

Free hand

I am running out of ways I can note my hand.
Laying it on a scale is hopeless.
Each assay takes me further away 
from what I am searching for. 
Like a forgetting, the space around it
becomes mapless, without orientation.
I am losing my hand 
is my hand lost?
I inquire within over and over.
 I feel like I've just 
entered another room
where I can't recall
why I came into it.
Approaching  Planck
what appears to be form
seems to be dissolving.
Hand appears and disappears,
pouring itself into emptiness.
Until I type this...

1 comment:

Kathleen said...

Lovely. Connecting.