“Love took my
hand and smiling did reply, / 'Who made the eyes but I?'” The
palm at the end of the mind stands outside my window; men climb, take
machetes to its coconuts. One cut a spoon out of the coconut's crown
and handed it to my son. He ate its meat. Yesterday,
our other daughter watched;
there was no meat, but she took our word. Bananas
come in hands; beneath them a heavy heart. The forces of creation
aren't unseen, though we fail in our attention. To attend is to love,
but not to want. Love apart
from blood is syllable and sound. I love what I am unlike.
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