I found this in the 'lost files' box from a few years ago. I admit, it's silly, but it was fun to write. dlj

The Palm Reader
Dan Johnson
© 1997

On a coldish Saturday morn,
Not long ago, a friend, a real friend
     Said
Upon your palms, please let me tread.
What did I have to lose?
I didn’t expect any earth shattering news,
     Except maybe a few unknown truths.

Damn thing is just when you think you know all, there is to know
     About yourself,
Some well meaning, but not all knowing keeper of the crevices,
     Creeps through the cracks,
And across the bumps, to foretell some
     Unforeseen rise or fall.

Expectations are rising high,
Watching her eyes move from palm to palm,
Now there’s a spiritual flow as she stares with
     The grit of a palmist spy.

Her head bobs up and down and side to side
trying to get a readers fix,
And all I do is sit there, and wonder why.

Finally, she sighs in fearful dread,
     About to speak of the past, and what lies ahead.
My pulse is beating, my heart races fast, anticipation, and expectations
     Have been surpassed.

I ask “What do you see?” and she simply says “Things that are to be,”
Then the phone rings and she talks to a girl friend about how she lost her hard drive, and needs to increase her mega bites, and she broke a nail.

Too bad, this phone call has broken a mystic calm, ‘cause she forgot about my palm.

Dan Johnson
(c) 1997