by JR Rhine

There have always been those who’ve known
soft palms, to whom the earth has never
reflected itself in the crevices of skin
and bone, whose thumb and forefinger have never
held a fulcrum, and whose fingertips have
never been raised by strings;
and in each of those inevitable callouses
a song, a rhythm; hard won,
hard sung.

JR Rhine is a poet, musician, and educator living in St. Mary’s County, Maryland. His newest collection of poems, Expired Damages is now available online. He tweets @jarjarrhine and is on Instagram @jrrhinepoetry