In The Palm Of My Hand Poem by Alex Fischer

In the palm of my hand I hold
A pinky, my pinky, a part of me
Broken off from the rest of me
No longer part of the picture
Yet the centerpiece of vision

I no longer wish to be a part of a union
I break free from my earthly form
One little bit by one little bit
I set myself free of the bodily form
Wishing, hoping, moving onto a heav’nly form
A spiritual form
A wandering soul of the past, present, and future

In the palm of my hand I grasp
The beginnings of a new life, a new path
Hoping, wishing, moving into a otherworldly form
No longer part of the painting
Yet the attraction of vision