Blue as the sky, my heart pumps anxious beats of alkaline.
Furrowed brow, hardened eyes, tapping of the fingers.
I stand adjacent to the wealth of the future.
Right hand out, reaching, grasping at the sunlight.
I look at the structure of my fingers
and all the haphazard lines intertwining all on my palm.
“How many times have I done this?”
Quickly, I look up in astonishment and no longer shaken.
These eyes wander in a half circle then quickly shut.
Wind gracefully licks my skin.
Both arms out; wide as a bear.
Willow tree grounded; legs planted.
Flowers blooming in my chest, a fire was lit
and the curtains opened.