Palm-marks press into soft moments
A feathering lineage outlining
The hands
Heart
Hearth
Of me
I trace these branching wonders
Proof of passage
As delicately as I hold all the
Entwining joys and sorrows
They leaf from the same stem
Unique in pattern, and far more intricate
More complex
Than any shape I could try to squeeze myself into
This is me, lines that carry beyond the borders
A brief imprint of the hand-held vulnerability
Ever ready to reach out and hold the sky