Little moving poem (mine).

(Written before we moved. & now that we’re settled, whew. I feel good.)


Today, Thank Heavens, I Have Hands


I think less of people who think

little creatures are stupider than big ones.


I try not to think about how heavy

and tedious moving is,


though there’s some fleck of comfort

in the known physical difficulty of it


and the general commonness

of packing stuff in boxes. Watch


as I move to a new home: what I can lift

I am touching with my hands.


And on the days when  I have no hands,

I lift all the invisible things.



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