What’s in a gesture,
one likely unthought?
Last night at a Rita Rudner
performance at which
I laughed myself silly,
my wife noted
I often placed my
left hand beside my face—
cradling it, in a way—
after one of Rita’s
hilarious defties,
as if taking it in and
preparing for the next.
I hadn’t been aware of it,
but it seemed right,
the body, ahead of the mind,
saying what the mind
was unwilling, or not yet
facile enough, to get.
Quite a philosopher
that Rita, and so imaginative,
seeing the trivial
for what it isn’t.

–Allan Cox