Poem: Using A Hand Is Hard

Using A Hand Is Hard

each finger bends

in so many places,

and each one must be moved

in. Just the right way,

and that is only one hand,

is not the hand here

on this edge of myself

and that one there

all the way across,

at another end.

I do not know how

others can coordinate,

can move both together

at one time

without any thought,

as though it were simple,

as though it were not

doing too much at once,

but I know they do,

I know it is simple to them,

though it is impossible,

the complexity, the communion,

so many resources harmonized,

controlled.  No,

it seems so difficult,

even the possibility,

but I can see everyone else

using both hand at once,

together, sometimes even

on one side of the body.