Julie Suk is a North Carolinian who, like all good writers, has taught herself to pay attention to what’s happening right under her nose. Here’s a good example of her poetry.
Loving the Hands
I could make a wardrobe
with tufts of wool
caught on thistle and bracken.
Lost – the scraps
I might have woven whole cloth.
Come watch, the man says,
with the precision of long practice,
fleece, removed all of a piece,
rolled in a neat bundle.
I’ve been so clumsy
with people who’ve loved me.
Straddling a ewe,
the man props its head on his foot,
leans down with clippers,
each pass across the coat a caress.
His dogs, lying nearby,
tremble at every move – as I do,
loving the hands that have learned
to gentle the life beneath them.