Hand on Holiday
I woke up this morning my right hand did not
My left hand remembered my right hand forgot
But has remembered something is wrong with me
Making it challenging to write poetry
Being distracted neurologically
Which is about as logical as I get
I keep waiting for it to wake up and yet
Watching this hand write as though it belonged to
Somebody else entirely and not to me
Is a worthwhile if unsettling thing to do
An alternative perspective certainly
Not artifice nor literary device
My numbed flesh-and-blood right hand makes me think twice
To make this estranged member work properly
If I am dreaming and wake up suddenly
Then you will never read these lines because they
Will not be written into the light of day
But if you are reading this my hand is numb
A fascinating foretaste of things to come
At least I finished my seventh book somehow
I guess my hand has gone on holiday now
+Steven Curtis Lance
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