Tuesday, June 23, 2020

Arlene Corwin writes

 Living With Three Fingers

You become:
More concentrated,
Slower, focussed, 
Isolating body parts
As act demands.

One might maintain
IQ is raised, synapses sewn;
New cells in charge,
Not barging in
But chemically presenting selves
With means, new paths that swath
New clumsiness 
In cloths of velvet.

Life imagined as a hell
Is well behaved instead,
The head collected,
Body following its lead.

And one can only speculate,
There is a will -
Quite silent, still,
But still a powered character its own.

Achievements shown, talents done
Through ‘fingers three,’
You still are you - will always be.
And from this moment, ‘finger free’.

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