A Gentle Tap

Something lightly touched
frisson of excitement coursed
enchanted inner sacred spaces
leaving me breathless, suspended
in timeless surreal reality

Unfurling my palm
Tapped life heart fortune lines
Predictions were made many times
Predilections maybe true, but
Willed myself to acceptable climes

Habits curdled refusing to dissolve
Resolutions bit dust post formation
Now I handle one day at a time, taking
Life on pigheaded chin disallowing it leeway
Eking last drop of juice with a tight squeeze

Have no one to blame but myself squarely
If shoe is an ill fit, was own wrong choice
Living with head unburied in sand, observe
Minutiae of life quickening all around
Aware, reveling in every full drawn breath 


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