my left hand

not knowing
what my right hand
knows, my left, a jealous mess
constructing delusions
spiraling up into the sky
fantasy building upon fantasy
reaching for ambitious heights

it is a hip jazz pianist's rhythmic appendage
boogie woogies with such a groove
stride and glide, pounding bass notes
and comping chords
swinging audiences
heralding in a new age of cool

it is the end of the fullback's arm
swiping linebackers aside
riding into the end zone
spiking the ball on the turf
of the promised land

and now it orchestrates the movements
of the Universe
shines light onto blind eyes
illuminating minds with cosmic insights
God's left hand

it never stops dreaming
of a better lot in this world
a more fascinating work
sick with envy
while the brother who hands out charity
with such humility
reclines in the shade
of the secret bough of graciousness