the hand

the hand
toward the sun
was over-large

it was bigger than
the arm
that held it
upright

bigger
than the torso
folded in
upon itself

than the legs
arranged
in lotus

the closer
to the sun
the more pronounced
the disproportion

if it would go on
extending
it could cup
the golden orb
as though
in a cradle

or throw it
back
amongst
the other stars

yes
that hand
toward the sun
was
large

~

Poem #502 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

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