I Know His Hands

By
Michael Travis Jasper

In any place and time, I would know him by his hands.
Toiling on a farm, working in the hay,
Or folding a newspaper in the crowd of a city subway.
Recognize the ridges and veins and the patterns of hair.
The shape of his fingers and the skin that’s Nordic fair.
Hands that I have never touched and know will not touch me.
That fill my eyes and mind with thoughts of things that cannot be.
I see in them a kind of strength and everything th... read more