Deborah DeNicola Poems
- Early Childhood Hardly a thing I can hold in my hand. But I ...
- Noli Me Tangere There was a presence before the stone. A ...
- The Persistance Of Encumbrance Lord, life after half a ...
- John Baptizing Jesus He must have been a sight, barbaric ...
- Theresa In Ecstasy after the sculpture by Giovanni ...
- Original Human We simply can't stand up, our faces two red ...
- Mystique We survived the blast, the reek of burnt cabbage,...
Deborah DeNicola is the author of six books, most recently Original Human published (2010) by WordTech Communications, and her memoir The Future That Brought Her Here (2009) . Deborah edited the anthology Orpheus & Company; Contemporary Poems on Greek Mytholog, from UPNE press. Previous books include Where Divinity Begins from Alice James Books, and four chapbooks, Inside Light, Psyche ... more »
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Hardly a thing I can hold in my hand.
But I recall my small hand
on the polished mahogany table
out on the sun porch where I sometimes
napped on the day bed, my hand
like the pokey part of a compass
when I'd circle the table
for a small eternity each day, hand
holding steady, I'd hum to my parents'
songs as they rose from the monophonic
console: dawn in a one horse town,
the lowing of cattle, yodeling solos.
It wasn't the music that kept me
moving but my own hand mesmerizing
myself, barely tethered to earth beneath me
or the desert ...