Anne Malin Ringwalt

Wanderer's Ghazal

Deface the meaning of your hands
lie lost in the sand, dig with someone else's hands.

Don't pity lost meaning when nothing tangible relates
my words plead you to rename your fate's hands.

Lost in Florence or Nice; a European coastline
find the architecture of stone, crumble in your hands.

In Moscow I sit on a broken chair
strung to the ceiling, I use the spindle, sew a quilt on your hands.

For Anne is said to be graceful and Malin clever
your farce disposition is not the meaning of your hands.

{Poem by Anne Malin Ringwalt}