Lift your left hand like this. Higher. That's right. Keep the fingers together. Palm down. This informs the world that you are not afraid of flying. Now, interlock fingers of both hands. This motion commands the universe: it means life is life. Okay? Beat the palm of the left hand against the right. No, harder. Like this! You know what this means. This time, hold a level hand flat against one eye. Yeah. Look sharply out of the free one. Get it? Learn to sleep with your gloves on. Make sure the fingers can move within. Wiggle them. Keep them warm in this way all winter. In the spring, give the gloves to a hawk. Somebody else will need them. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SAINT PAUL: 1 by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS MACGREGOR'S GATHERING by WALTER SCOTT WHAT IS LONDON'S LAST NEW LION? by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY LIGHTNING by WILLIAM ROSE BENET NEW YORK HARBOR by PARK BENJAMIN SPRING PLOWING by RUTH E. BILLEY HIDDEN JOYS by SAMUEL LAMAN BLANCHARD UPON READING A VOLUME OF ANCIENT CHINESE POETRY by THOMAS CURTIS CLARK |