Displaced hands.

Eight and ten year old hands 
                 no longer intertwined with mine. 

I open my hands 
            to see the shadows 
                    of 8 and 10 year olds receding. 

I close my eyes my for a moment,
                      opening slowly --- 

hoping to see their hands in mine.

128 - 178

My fate lies somewhere in these numbers
Mind jumbled up and loose
Every time I turn a corner
or 
look over my shoulder
My vision is distorted
Snapping back just a split second too late.

Every time this happens the stories in my mind are jarred loose.

Not too worry I tell myself.
There will be time later to tend to them.

There is a corner on the horizon
My mind jumbled in anticipation
My stories are already loose and
colliding in my mind.

they come to my conscience in bits and pieces
the bits make no sense to me
but I am bound to them
they follow me

I ask the ancestors for meaning and clarity

But all I see is the looming corner
I take the corner
Snapping my head to look over my shoulder
My vision returns even slower

I missed the red before
But got the flashing red behind me.

My fate is sealed in the price of the ticket that is
placed in my hand