Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Crack

(Photo by Saul Leiter)

A strange thing
has me
in its hand.

I feel a palm
consider my shape

how its arm
adjusts to the weight

I watch its knuckles
reflexively stretch

hear the sound
of history's give.

Bone on bone—
the bubbles
break

until I'm naught
but skin
with teeth.


6 comments:

strugglingwriter said...

Well done.

I've been thinking about and learning history a lot lately. And I don't see how everybody else can't see history repeating itself over and over.

Sarah Hina said...

I think there's still this idea that our institutions are stronger than any one man. But we're already seeing what he's doing/done to them.

Thanks for coming by, Paul.

Charles Gramlich said...

skin with teeth is a pretty intense image.

Sarah Hina said...

Thanks for saying so, Charles.

the walking man said...

All we can do is move--not much else is required. Our state as individuals will soon oly be clarified with the collective stand taken.

Sarah Hina said...

It's going to be a hard slog, but what other choice do we have.