“Wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been.” – Mark Twain No Clapping Zone Dupuytren’s Contracture in my left hand joins with an arthritic thumb to create its own clumsy five-digit island. On my right hand, a long-ago partially healed broken middle finger refuses to bend. And avoids vulgar messages. None of the ten appendages chooses to juggle anything more challenging than a dose of Tylenol. On one point both hands agree. No clapping possible. We look like drunk spiders. And yet, both left and right concur in more important matters. In everyday places. Let’s cook a meal. Ignore the spills. Or type this poem, or send a message to someone who needs support. Let the larger audience carry the greater approval for performances. These hands will offer gifts. Just give them time.
No Clapping Zone
July 14, 2022 by terrypetersen
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