Telling

I tell the stillness
of an inner hand
to listen for the
celebration of clapping.

I tell a hand
that holds and spills
temple thoughts
to drink from a
pen of communion.

I tell an incomplete
fist to discontinue
angry tightening
and grasp the best
possible opposite.

I tell a bending
orchestra of knuckles
to discern the source,
and the difference
between imprisonment
and blessed solitude.

I tell a waving
wrist to genuflect
for the safe passage
of afternoon thunderstorms.

I tell a pointy index
to return the wild indication
to a form that is
acquainted and most
familiar.

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2 Responses to Telling

  1. smilecalm says:

    a touching
    telling šŸ™‚

    Like

    • jurnul says:

      Thank you for the comment, Smile Calm! I’ve been on a long road trip to northern Vancouver Island for several weeks and am just now catching up! šŸ˜Ž

      Like

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