Hand Signals

Let me look at your palm,
turn it over, show me the plans
for the cracked and shattered
Gobi landscape
of everything you've ever held

where the heartline meets the headline
when the lifeline runs flat

there should be some direction in this
an X-marks-the-spot, a you-are-here

but I can't orienteer this,
can't feel my way-

maybe
just holding your hand is enoguh.