Friday, January 15, 2010

Palm Reader

Take these hands,
may the long life lines
prove true, as age
spots and wrinkles
betray past and future.

An old friend from India
saw gaps between the fingers,
"money slips through your grasp"
-- or maybe they signify
the joints of a knucklehead.


"Not a knucklehead," says Virginia, "after all, you're creating me."

"I'm not so sure," I say.  "Sometimes I think creation is out of my realm."

"Hey, I created something today," says Virginia.  "Want to hear it?"

"Sure."

Effortless

Like a bird on a branch
whistling on wind,
sow a melody, seamless,
into everything as if it
has always been.

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