Five months long, you held it
in your fist, squeezed tight 'til
the edges etched fissures
in fingerprints
Now, I'm asking you to dare to be empty
let fingers curl
back like
tempted wings
desert safety-blanket 'what if' and 'one day'
open your hand
become weightless

without hope in him
there's nothing to grip
but your own palm
both ancient and new
you thought your hand was empty now
but you,
you you