NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 7
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This prompt is a photo: Self Portrait by El Lizzitzky
Hand to eye coordination develops in the young.
I watch my grandchildren conquer catching a ball,
picking up toys, then spoons, then grains of rice,
willing their hands to push a pencil
where they want it to go.
A newer skill of my own:
point my index finger,
and will myself to see
light stream forth.
I turn in a circle.
The energy spreads out, above, below
until I am within an egg.
None of flesh shall pass here,
as I work a sigil into being.
The power of my hands to create,
the power of my eyes to see
what is unseen,
the power of my mind to hold it all.
My granddaughter grabs an egg-shaped crayon
made for her little hand,
and dashes it on paper.
Her own sigils,
telling the world she is here
in colour and depth.
We make our magic
with mind, eye, and hand.
Hand to eye coordination develops in the young.
I watch my grandchildren conquer catching a ball,
picking up toys, then spoons, then grains of rice,
willing their hands to push a pencil
where they want it to go.
A newer skill of my own:
point my index finger,
and will myself to see
light stream forth.
I turn in a circle.
The energy spreads out, above, below
until I am within an egg.
None of flesh shall pass here,
as I work a sigil into being.
The power of my hands to create,
the power of my eyes to see
what is unseen,
the power of my mind to hold it all.
My granddaughter grabs an egg-shaped crayon
made for her little hand,
and dashes it on paper.
Her own sigils,
telling the world she is here
in colour and depth.
We make our magic
with mind, eye, and hand.