• lenten journal: palm reader

    by  • March 8, 2017 • lenten journal, poetry • 5 Comments

    palm reader

    I’ve been staring at my palm:
    the little litany of lines that runs
    from wrist to thumb, the deep-rutted
    roads like poorly-planned highways
    across a desert of aging skin—

    dry riverbeds: canyons carved by
    age and action, crossed and connected
    by the lesser lines, faded reminders
    of days when dreams roamed
    these valleys like dinosaurs.

    You’re right: I’ve been staring too long
    to do much more than get lost in metaphors.
    I don’t have the whole world, but there is
    a handful of stories in these lines;
    best to keep them open wide.



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    5 Responses to lenten journal: palm reader

    1. March 8, 2017 at 10:10 pm

      Not sure why, but that makes me think of:

      “In the sun tryin’ to find somebody else
      I walked all night long; I declare I walked all night long
      Tryin’ to find somebody else
      Who gon’ go down the big road with me
      Come on, if you wanna go…
      Coz I ain’t goin’ down the big road by myself…” — John Lee Hooker

    2. March 9, 2017 at 8:07 am

      I love it. Thanks.

    3. Susan Row
      March 9, 2017 at 9:17 am

      Beautiful. I find myself staring at my own palm reminded of dreams passed since our Baylor days and unexpected paths that brought me to where I sit this morning. Sending love and gratitude for you, my friend.

      • March 9, 2017 at 8:51 pm

        Love and gratitude. Yes–and also to you.


    4. sarahmacred
      April 2, 2017 at 8:13 am

      new view for palm sunday

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