Sunday, November 17, 2024

Hands

 Hands


It is easier for me to write
By hand.
More difficult to type...
Has always been.
But that is easier for others to read,
What I type than what I write.

But writing comes from my hand.
Yes, from the hand opposite my heart.
But, still a more unified motion.
More than fingers poking it out
Individually.

Tokens:
In to or out of, a vector space
Or, in my hand
At the metro stop
Both are useful
But always a leveling down
To a common
More simple
Denominator

A square of code
In black and white
Is not as consistent
Or reliable
As a plastic penny
(A possible plectrum)
In my hand

Pound's Cantos:
They are also impressive
But I can't always (or ever)
Grasp them in my mind's hand.

Our hands
As a whole
Maybe our first unique tools...
(That opposable thumb!)

What do we lose
When we leave them behind?
For digits
a hand divided
And then...
As digits
Only in silicone?

And where is the heart in that?