Feb 272010

hands touchingby Stephan Mead


These hands have shell shapes & when

Held up form an arch.  Put fingertips

Together & from the palms open out.

The flesh could be alabaster or brown

& good wood.  The tips could be a

Steeple & the looking through, glass



It is something of the religious, something

Of the spirit.  Find a horizon’s sun, two

Living trees nearly leafless &, over tilled

Earth, their spreading shadows…


Friend, find all around purple & then

Magenta pulpit curves….


Friend, find what I give you, the body

You gave back, the body & its pleasures

Charting golden fields.