by K Weber
A month ago my hand was a fist
and then it slowly opened and wrote poems.
It slowly opened like a morning glory
morning; briefly invited everyone to look
inside before curling up for the rest
of the day. For the rest of the day each day
of April, more poems flew from my hand
like a delivery from a carrier pigeon
or the stork. My hand was a fist a month ago
but now spreads seeds where words grow.
It slowly opened to give and receive
poetry. Each day of April, my hand became
less of a fist. Before curling up again, my
hand remained open to give you high
fives, handshakes. April flew from my hand
but opened to give and receive poetry.
My hand is now unclenched and applauds
you with my other hand. My hand waves
goodbye, for now.
© K Weber
K Weber is an Ohio writer with 10 online books of poetry. She obtained her Creative Writing BA in 1999 from Miami University. K writes independently and collaboratively, having created poems from words donated by more than 300 people since 2018. K has poems featured in publications such as The Hooghly Review, Writer’s Digest, Fevers of the Mind & her photography/digital collages appear in literary journals including Barren Magazine and Nightingale & Sparrow. Much of K’s work (free in PDF and some in audiobook format) and her publishing credits are on her website: kweberandherwords.com.
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