GESTURE

1.
It’s the oldest way–
how babies curl and flail,
how they gaze.

Later we spin and stretch,
point and reach,
stamp, tumble, pound.

We could manage without sound–
lift our arms for joy,
round our backs for shame.

2.
Fear
small
as possible.

 

3.
Anger, so basic
a mouse could do it:
teeth and claws,
a dashing forward,
no brakes, no sense,
extending everything.

 

4.
Grief,
one silent note.

Falling
to ground opened for flowers
or bones,
closing
arms across a belly
empty again,
clinging
and dropping apart,
trailing sand,
watching,
digging
through mirrors and rags,
running
over bridges built of lemons
and rungs of broken chairs,

reaching,
opening to something
that cannot be said,
or sung, or spelled, or heard,
or held, or held
only once.

 

 

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