As the momentum builds,
the air increasingly glides through your fingers
until, Wham!
Your palms collide.

As soon as you can peel your hands off of each other,
Wham! Wham!… Wham!
Again, you repeat
with great apelike movements.

A primitive means to communicate indeed,
Your hands red and stinging, yet a grin,
following the air between your fingertips
an ancestral smile lights up your face.

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Tags: clapping, evolution, evolution of communication, poem, poetry


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Thanks Josh!
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