names, silence-quietest minutes
(building like rain or returning like seas)
since they have touched me, your warm hands have sown
gentlest sounds, touches and hours
(or, building like rain, turning, like seas)
(building like rain, or returning like seas)
ripples and springs-the shiniest rivers-
since they have known me your warm hands have gathered
smallest, most stars-happiest skies-
simplest-touched-sounding-hours
(Annie Finch)
More Poetry from Annie Finch:
- Landing Under Water, I See Roots (Annie Finch Poem)
- Moon (Annie Finch Poem)
- Elegy For My Father (Annie Finch Poem)