Saving the World
I know a guy with no hands.
He had hands
before I knew him.
Lost a fight with a spinning blade
In a machine
he was creating.
The machine
was going to
Save the world.
I asked him how one machine could save the world.
He asked back, “Do you think the world needs saving?”
I thought about it
But had no answer.
He clapped his stumps and said,
“Ha!”
“Wait” I said, “Maybe I don’t understand the question.”
He asked, “Are butterflies beautiful
before they struggle to get out
of their cocoon?”
Would sunsets take your breath away
without particles in the air?
Are hands what make us human?”
“I guess no would be the answer
to all of your questions.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
Again, I thought about it
but had no answer.
“Well, without my hands I will not be able to make the machine.
So, I guess we’ll never know.”
And I thought,
“Yea, I want to save the world
but
I’m a poet
with no hands.”