Open Fingers

Blessings fall from heaven’s storehouse,

light on objects far below;

only hands with open fingers

catch the ones that grace bestows.


Doesn’t this look like an open palm waiting to catch something wonderful?

Branches Baring All

Calligraphic nibs

etch meaning in an empty sky,

fingernails scratching glass,

scribes recording ticks and tocks.

Abacus counting season’s syllables,

limbs leaking language

in a thousand tongues –

branches baring all.