A Map On My Palms

I followed the lines on the map of my hands The ones I was born with, tattooed in bands They never seem to make up their minds Vertical lines meet horizontal ones in bind Dark lines like boundaries starting to climb Crisscrossing my life, my love, my mind That long line of destiny running straight between what was and what is now my fate This map is but a handful of lines Major lines like rivers flow in-between With those little lines flowing into streams They somehow stretch the distance and then split apart To form those bridges of life helping us connect to our hearts Lines entwined when we hold our hands together And pray looking up at the sky who seems to wait Maps throw up options with forks on the road Slow and steady now I move with times load The end I await, but cannot escape In the center of my palm as I cup my hand the swirling water engulfs me Stealing the breath from my lungs My map is open and dripping wet Lying face up by my side Leading me to heavens gate! 20.4.22