Hennaed Hands
And in her
left palm
the receiving hand
for it is not as well trained
as its sister
and thus must be content
to remain passive, open,
I'd paint a sun.
Turn her flesh
to crystal,
put her shadows to flight.
And in her
right hand
the sender
the talented one
there, I'd place a star
patient with its spectrum
sure in its magnitude
unafraid to be perceived
as small
against the night.
The 2River View, 3_1 (Fall 1998)