Life Drawing: Jacob

Your knees are facts,
miraculous,
& full of bones.
Your feet don’t prove
that God exists,
but imply it.
Your left elbow
is a question
about muscle
asked in shadow.
Your right is much
the same, rephrased.
You are a tree,
a piece of fruit
or furniture
& none of these.
You are not Keith
or Scott, or Lee.
You are a text
I must translate
from one language
I can only
half read into
a language I
only half speak.
You are a man
standing. You are,
& have become
biography:
my own. Thank you.