To the Hand
W. S. Merwin
What the eye sees is a dream of sight
what it wakes to
is a dream of sight
and in the dream
for every real lock
there is only one real key
and it’s in some other dream
now invisible
it’s the key to the one real door
it opens the water and the sky both at once
it’s already in the downward river
with my hand on it
my real hand
and I am saying to the hand
turn
open the river
With thanks to Reya at Grace’s Poppies, discovered through Stephanie at Yarn Harlot.
Not Plain Jane 
Oh, Jane, thank you for a breath of cool, clean, inspiring, tho’tful air today – that’s a wonderous poem.XOXOP.S. Im a lover of poetry.
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Lovely! Thank you.
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Jane I am SO glad you posted a comment on my blog today because I hadn’t seen this one until now. Wow. The key is in my hand. Thank you so so so much!!
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