My-hand

The Yogscast are having an art contest!

I really, really wanted to have a piece done for when voting opens, which is July 3rd (!!!!). This isn’t my best work, but it’s decent enough and I’m happy with it. Happy enough to stop and give my drawing hand some much needed rest.

I’m too tired to re-read the Terms of the contest again to see if it’s against the rules to ask for votes, so instead I’m just going to encourage you all to go check out all the entries. Voting opens July 3rd. There are already some pretty funny ones up.

See how the past is finished
here in the present
it is awake the whole time
never waiting
it is my hand now but not what I held
it is what I remember
but it never seems quite the same
no one else remembers it
a house long gone into air
the flutter of tires over a brick road
cool light in a vanished bedroom
the flash of the oriole
between one line and another
the river a child watched

W. S. Merwin, from “My Hand,” The Shadow of Sirius (Copper Canyon Press, 2009)