PAPER POETRY SERIES: WABI-SABI: 4th POEM

A Posture of Hands

Beauty in the Unknown : Wabi-Sabi

Photo by Mor Shani on Unsplash

But I have hands with
tremors honed
to a pianist's feathering ache to play,
by 20 milligrams of propranolol downed
with my rising cough each morning.
A small, but spiking taste
- like a doll-sized coin of powder-pressed bleach -
in my haste to smother the pill in my body and…