Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Driving in the heat wave,
The woman stuck out her hand…
Creatively orchestrating a ballet;
In the wind, the accompanying band.
I thought about all the people,
Our millions of human hands;
Capable with the juxtaposed thumb,
To reshape our lives and lands.
Why do some create beauty and art?
Some hands gather, nurture and save…
Others create new methods of death,
Sending species and nations to graves.