Listen to 'Wool and Air'
From And in Here, the Menagerie, Templar Poetry, 2007
Wool and air
Have you ever pulled your hand
into the wrist of your glove
and pretended the empty glove was your hand?
It stays, a faithful shape of you,
a delicate woollen hand-shaped balloon;
it can fool even those closest to you.
No-one will know till they try to shake you by it,
grab you by it as you fall,
reach out to put their hand on yours.
Try it – it’s a scream – the fingers
crumple on contact just as if they’re broken
in a million places.