I wanted to read this one because of the hand poem.
They're two short poems from early in that book.
This one's called The Deluge.
And we were talking about myth of course.
And this has to do with almost every body
and every culture seems to have an idea of a diluvian,
an antediluvian time.
Before there was a body, an eye wandered in a forest
to see how it would be.
Only when the trees were gone did
the veins appear, newly joined and windowed.
And the eye embarked in the body,
one of an only pair on the rising waters
to watch for the end of the rain of age.