Living With Three Fingers
You become:
More concentrated,
Slower, focussed,
Isolating body parts
As act demands.
One might maintain
IQ is raised, synapses sewn;
New cells in charge,
Not barging in
But chemically presenting selves
With means, new paths that swath
New clumsiness
In cloths of velvet.
Life imagined as a hell
Is well behaved instead,
The head collected,
Body following its lead.
Underneath,
And one can only speculate,
There is a will –
Quite silent, still,
But still a powered character its own.
Achievements shown, talents done
Through ‘fingers three,’
You still are you – will always be.
And from this moment, ‘finger free’.
Living With Three Fingers 6.4.2020 Circling Round Experience; Pure Nakedness II; Arlene Nover Corwin
Arlene Corwin Poetry 