WOW

I
love
hands,
wrists
and the way fingers bend.

Our hands pick things up;
forks and cups
and they are beautiful
how they fold underwear
and slip sweaters off hangers
how they hold pens and pencils and chopsticks
and other hands.

They know what to do.

My hand can write
words
almost as fast as I can think them
and when I stop thinking my hand can keep moving and
writing elephant chimpanzee gorilla light switch lamp
jersey luck WOW.


-Chaya Grossberg

Introducing: Chaya Grossberg

Chaya and I have lived in the same building for years. Once we walked back from Look Park from a poetry thing there. She writes a lot of poetry (I have seen and liked many booklets of hers) and teaches yoga.

The other day, during the snowstorm, she and her housemate had a potluck which I went to. It was fun, and after, we walked out in the snow some. I remember that records of Jimi Hendrix and Joan Baez were playing during the evening.

Links:
Chaya's website

Don't Take Any Wooden Nickels

By Amy Kalisher

Original posting, with other similar art

Yellow Sofa Pt II - Nov 25 2008

It wasn't you
    it was me,

    the opener of ways,
    the opener of hearts,
    zen essence lunatic
        loose in the world.


-Jim DuBois