A Hand

A Hand by Jane Hirshfield is a fun imaginative poem. I love how the poet describes what the hand is not in a pleasing rhythm. The poem presents an open question and leaves without an answer. The answer is resting in our palms and is within arms reach, but it flutters away from our fingertips. The question is greater than us, more than just simple physical attributes. With hands as the subject, the possibilities are endless. Hands hold so much expression, personality, and power. The excerpt of the Creation of Man serves as a great metaphor for this poem; the hands are part of something bigger. The short poem evokes endless thoughts, what hands mean symbolically, does the question go beyond the hands into the ultimate reasoning and purpose of creation.