June 1, 2009

I want my hand
to hold, not my future,
but an accurate map
of the many rivers
I will forge,.

I want each line
to be a tributary, a branch,
so that when I look upon my palm,
I am not reading as much
as I am divining.

There are three great rivers:
one falls off the edge of the world;
one s deep like a canyon;
one is long and opens into
the great ocean of my arm.