Against the intangible
a collection of palms hold a family portrait.
They are bent in surrender holding-
Rigid lines compliant
placed by a lenient paint brush.
Just an old map faintly fading-
outlining where I used to live.
Unused blessings linger on a map without creases.
and wandering is easy within the open palm.
Reaching to remember and pulling the palm close.
Dust falls as invisible grace.
Sturdy flexibility this fragile place
Where I was and what I am.