My palms and fingers
My heels and toes
Soft and intricate they flow

Like tiny streams across the skins surface
Straight curved and twirled
I follow their patterns to the sea
And seek out their ends
Only to find I'm back to where I began

Maybe these waters hold memories
My ancestors paths across the desert
Journeys taken long ago
Still I wander at the notion
Why so tedious the hands and feet

Who made them so special
What makes them unique
Reminiscing of winters and summers like trees
Each finger different like the years

For now I just wonder
And trace the lines
And linger on the thoughts
These are mine