Palm Reading

I see the lines
On the palm
can you feel hours and day
closing and opening
Holding
Letting go
Sensations
Hard and sharp
Gentle
Barely a whisper
Float through the lines
The touch rains down
On the palm
Quiet quiet
Then violent
With a slap
With a hard sound
With blood
Broken
Scarred ripped
Leaving new lines
Changing the delicate geography
The palm bows down
Is crushed beneath hooves
And rises up in triumph
But in the line
Is sacred
History of a life

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s