Painted Hands
Here is the human touch without which no thing could be said to exist. In the old caves--Chauvet, or say Cueva de las Manos--hands follow contours of rock to describe themselves in stencil and print, with chalk and charcoal, with polychromatic ochres, and always with some touch of pink. The ancients used slick swells of stone walls and ceilings to give the impression of moving upward in the flickering light, often found in recesses absent of any forms of human life as if yearning had no body. The images of open hands, hands held high, a universal sign we might otherwise find in the elementary school, or say out on an open highway, a conscious act of attention, a reaching out, trying to touch something, as if their owners wished to offer some impression of themselves, their yearning, or to invite others, future hands, to join them, a community, as if they did not wish to enter the unknown alone. Michael Gessner Michael Gessner has authored 11 books of poetry and prose. His work may be found in American Literary Review, The French Literary Review, The Kenyon Review, North American Review, Oxford Magazine, rue des Beaux-Arts (Paris,) Verse Daily, The Yale Review of Humanities in Medicine, and others. For additional information, please see https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/michael-gessner or https://www.michaelgessner.com/
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Jennifer havlik
4/2/2021 11:10:00 am
This poem is very powerful even spiritual. It vividly depicts our inate need for community and the need to transcend beyond ourselves.
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