The Infinite Gesture, the Palm

​The infinite gesture, the palm 
That has no circumference,
Compared to a tight-wound spring
Is a taut and potent eminence

And compared to the infinite palm,
The spring too is might,
Both mix together
Filters and light.

The infinite palm
Is open and kind
It overwhelms, it shines,
It floods the mind.

The tight-wind spring
Performs its task,
Timing days
Of the wine in the cask,

But small in the palm,
Resisting the hand,
A planet that drifts
On the tide of the strand.