Before me, in front of the PC keyboard,
lay 7 rings. All are heavy sterling silver
with exotic stones for center pieces.
Their sizes range a manly 11 to 15
depending on the finger girth
of which hand.
I want to choose two for each hand
but today I aim for harmony and balance.
I have another 35 threaded on a bamboo
back scratcher that was made in China.
What isn't nowadays!
The reason for the backscratcher is simple
in that it has hooked fingers at one end and
a hole at the other end of the handle where I
inserted a spring loaded removable key ring.
These ends prevent the string of rings from
slipping off. I keep it by the night stand as it
serves as a medieval defensive war hammer
not unlike a policeman's baton.
Nothing like smashing an intruder's head
with three pounds of silver and make him
feel rich for a split second.
Naturally I write this as I ponder over which
to wear on which hand.
Today I feel Zen. I'll wear none.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem