Poetry

Handy

A metaphor on community and unity

35mm film | photo by author

I write with my right hand,
the correct hand, the dominant one
where the sheep sit,
baa’ing over at the goats, who are left
(à gauche, ugh so gauche)
wrong, obstinate, and difficult,
butting heads and floundering around,
dysfunctional fingers stumbling
over the bass clef, all five of them,
even the thumb.