Hand-in-HandEnglish poem by: Athol Williams
Even before we are born, we are walking
hand-in-hand – woman with man, man with oak,
oak with cod, cod with sheep, sheep with bee –
every life with every life. Everything
that hungers for the earth, that thirsts for the sun,
everything with impulse for breath, to expand its kin,
is gathered precariously on a fragile plinth
the dimensions of a flake of snow.
Life knows that to thrive is to keep walking
hand-in-hand. Only the despicable
would separate our hands, only a fool
would take a hammer to the plinth.