The Lines In My Palm

By Ariyo Ahmad

I traced the longitudinal lines in my palm / with a streak from a scattered broom / creating a sensational scene / in my body and heart / I was actually trying to leave my country / into another country that visited in my dream / at the end of the map on my palm / I see a sudden sporadic fall / that tells me man can’t be wiser than his destiny / wherever the ship of our destiny would sail us / may the lines in our palm not wage war against us like a burning branches in my heart

I don’t know who crafted / this rays of moonshine on my palm / like a footprint in the heart of a desert / and a distinct dent on the face of a mountain / I ended up saying the one who breathes life to ocean, cloud and mountain / must be costumed in the regalia of handsomeness and greatness

I tried reading the map / of my destiny on my palm like a seer / a deep darkness obstruct / from seeing the lines plotted in my palm at that irksome hour / I joined my hand side by side / I saw a cup of glory / which unveils the twines blocking / from sight seeing my destiny / a curve of glory that ravels / hidden greatness lives in our palm

Ariyo Ahmad is a Nigerian poet who blends his thought into paper with his ever flowing pen, whose inspiration is tapped from his beloved mother, and his late father who has sojourn to the land of immortal, he graciously has his poem published and forthcoming in  Ninsha Art, Nnoko stories, Ebo Quill's, African writers, UpNigeria, mixed magazine, madness muse, farrago magazine, words and whispers journal, voice lux journal, nymphs magazine and others, he is a favorite  of Khalil Gibran and tweets @ahmad_akanni