the throbbing in the back of my neck is where i expect the cool touch of your palm where i expect the slow gentle descent of your palm to slow the throbbing pain there brought on by not enough sleep too much caffeine not enough water being out in the sun being out in the fresh air even though the fresh air usually helps and my neck has a throbbing pulse all its own it seems separate from the rest of my circulatory system separate from my heart which beats out its own time its own timing and and i wait for the cool palm that will slow everyting down
Tag: palm
Poem 20150127b
i’ll take a star
out of the night sky
let it cool in my hands
and hide it in a place
where you will find it
it will be warm
and white
in your
warm white palm
and if you hold it close
to your ear
you will hear the galaxies turning
and the voice of an angel
which is your own voice
and the star is your beating heart
Words and Feathers 