the corners of your wallet
reveal fortune hasn’t found its time
sinking below the ocean of opportunity
below a fully realized surface
waiting to complete its world
your hands want to hold
carry weight in warm skin
proving strength
distilling exhausted potential
dreams memorize the bed they breathe in
offering glimpses between
the hours awake
when the night sky studies you
they like to pretend to carry
the same nostalgic wonder
as those existing in the halls of yesterday
where a picture tracks in on just one
just you
a body which doesn’t know how to behave
where backs turn to the light
where faces turn into myth
the old and the new exist in separate lives
but learn from each other
sharing their fears and their fables