Upon Watching Him Work
by Elizabeth Fellows
His Abraham Lincoln hands
curl around the keys
and he is in that space
where brilliance learns
to be genius…
a place scant few
will ever know exists
and fewer will visit
themselves.
He hunches over
half leaned
hair still rainywet
the sanest madman looking thing
I have ever seen
navigating thoughts
transcending noun and verb
murdering myth and stereotype
covering each inch
of minutes ago
with fierce intensity
and the calm of knowing
tuesday on sunday.
…five minutes… maybe,
then sitting back
still navigating
he breathes
finally
and his Abraham Lincoln hands
leave stillringing keys
to offer unassuming perfection
curling around my
so too still rainy wet hair…

