SEVEN CLUTCHES
And so there are : the way people hug in church,
or the supermarket greeting and the wandering
hail. Put that arm around the back and shoulders,
say hello. I once watched a blind man writing, and
it baffled me to a shudder for a long, long time.
Just the fact itself, first off, of the blind on paper.
Then the trudgling walk of little squiggles, which
did, after a while resemble something to be read.
I never saw the finished product, nor the message,
but oh the crazy intense energy of the effort. That's
another clutch, I figure - greeting and grabbing
the world around us, no matter our station or
the circumstance we carry.
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