They have found in a cave’s wall
the oldest palm prints to date.
No other symbols just plain entire
hands, fingers out and clear upon
the stone. We do what we can
to move smooth with our time.
Little playful moments, can lead
us forward, on. High fives from
tens of thousands of years ago,
into the present. There are no
immediate doors to put the palm
against for a good respite away
for what waits to be faced in times
ahead. I put my palm to my chest,
say, I have to believe in the day.