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Poem of the Week: “A Day of Hands” by Rick LaClair

By Rick LaClair As I awake, I raise these semaphores, still compressed in tingling sleep – from beneath myself from beneath warm blankets. I calibrate their twoness, their circumscribing reach. Their secret minds lead the ways to automatic needs. Plastic flesh, so practiced they reach with trust to greet friends, cement contracts, seal the most human of pledges. In daily tai chi, they swing in grace, force, in fascination: centrifugal, centripetal, they dance before me. Air, soil, water, fire grip in fingers and palms. As the did for Job, they flail all day in work. In evening, they finally touch your face, draw you to me, wind up my day in embrace, hug today’s happiness. Contributor’s Note: RICK LACLAIR will be the featured poet at the next SUNY Empire State College Series reading at 7 p.m. Tuesday at Empire State College, Appletree Business Park, 2875 Union Road in Cheektowaga. He is a professor emeritus at Erie Community College.