Sketches
Doug Tanoury
When she talked with me today, she drew her usual diagrams,
Air drawings in the ether or finger sketches on a table,
Invisible but memorable little illustrations of what she said.
Index finger renderings that fluttered before my eyes, then
Mesmerize, and vanished in a blink, like sleight of hand
Magic performed at close quarters.
Both she, the speaker, and I, the listener, our eyes followed
Her fingers intently, as each movement added clarity and
Weight to what she said, so when a schematic was complete,
There was nothing unsaid, all secrets and mysteries were clear,
Stories told and adventures recounted, as answers
To life’s profound problems danced on her fingertips.
Doug Tanoury
When she talked with me today, she drew her usual diagrams,
Air drawings in the ether or finger sketches on a table,
Invisible but memorable little illustrations of what she said.
Index finger renderings that fluttered before my eyes, then
Mesmerize, and vanished in a blink, like sleight of hand
Magic performed at close quarters.
Both she, the speaker, and I, the listener, our eyes followed
Her fingers intently, as each movement added clarity and
Weight to what she said, so when a schematic was complete,
There was nothing unsaid, all secrets and mysteries were clear,
Stories told and adventures recounted, as answers
To life’s profound problems danced on her fingertips.