Kateb
Grasp the hand
Just one hand. Which o e
Can you guess
But grasp what's held the nearest
The distant hand is distant pearl
Or mystic jewel
But don't reach that far
The nearest hand is shrinking too
And that's your shore
Clasp. It now now
This is your own shabby self you clasp
Dented bent and slow
Your golden clasp gleams
Beyond your hand
The furthest reach won't touch
The distant sun
Icarus Icarus
The lucky one
You have to wings
Take the hand that's held
And clasp it
That's the touch to feel
It is a real touch
And that's something after all