Sport 39: 2011
The God Question
The God Question
Where do the hands go when
they keep to themselves?
Here, it turns out—
the woods behind the grounds
of the temple.
A spot where one imagines
both would come to rest.
Palms receiving
needles from the cedars,
my body large as
each thumb—not quite
touching the fingers.
No sign of the Giant
severed. Nothing
but the hands open
to suggestion.