Take Heart: A Conversation in Poetry: The Hands
Edited and introduced by Wesley McNair, Maine Poet Laureate
Bruce Guernsey is a poet from Bethel appearing for the second time in this column. His unusual poem features the hands of a married couple, which express at night a closeness the couple can no longer manage in the daytime.
The Hands by Bruce Guernsey
The only time we touch now is in our sleep, as if our hands, finding each other, have lives of their own.Joined to our surprise every morning, they are full of longing, like a one-armed man trying to pray.We pull them apart starting the day, yours to your work, mine to mine: purses, pockets, change.How they love the night, the cool of linen, the underside of pillows — sneaking out, meeting without us in the dark.Theirs is a language we’ve forgotten, a way of speaking now their own: touching, whispering, making plans.
Take Heart: A Conversation in Poetry is produced in collaboration with the Maine Writers & Publishers Alliance. Poem copyright © 2004 by Water Press & Media. Reprinted from The Lost Brigade, Water Press & Media, 2004, by permission of Water Press & Media. Questions about submitting to Take Heart may be directed to David Turner, Special Assistant to the Maine Poet Laureate, at 207-228-8263 or email@example.com.