The power of touch: Coordinates – a poem by Maria Popova

‘I watched the blood spill / its perfect pomegranate seeds / into the aluminium spaceship / of the kitchen sink ...’Welcome to the Guardian’s Power of Touch seriesI still wonder why the knife was in my left hand when I pressed it into the watermelon bark blade-side up, pressed it hard and slow and felt it stop at my bone, felt no pain at all as it split my thumb along a perfect meridian. I watched the blood spill its perfect pomegranate seedsinto the aluminium spaceship of the kitchen sink.I was six. I was learning directions. Left became encoded in the scar. Across this slice of spacetime, this half a lifetime, I still glide my index finger over it in animal instinct when asked to orient. Continue reading... https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2020/jul/15/the-power-of-touch-coordinates-a-poem-by-maria-popova #poetry #books #culture #life_and_style