PALM

PALM

My palm, when an inked print is made
Is as stems growing in an Eastern jungle
An attempt to display those Nazca lines
Or an early drawn map of the Nile delta
Four main lines and many smaller ones
Each with significance to some who know
And to one side is a faint diagonal mesh
Perhaps a net to catch an interpretation

But wait, there’s also the right and left
Each with a different take and tale to tell
One is inheritance from when first born
The other reflecting life’s ups and downs
But gender turns left and right around
The seven mounts are each an indicator
As named planets, plus sun and moon
But fingerprints remain your identity