Not eyes, not hair, not smile…but thumbs?
Elder poets of verse long ago
May have found divinity in the big right toe,
“Umb”…steady chant of pause or unknowing for ages.
Put them together and you may have rare unknowing
With or without any rare confusion showing.
Or gnaw on your carpal bones in moments of dread?
Do you rub the hand of a patient with your wrist for comfort?
Or use your nails to anoint with oil those painfully encumbered?
Honorable rooks of our moves toward the ungraspable.