Strangers in a Strange Hand

The veined fjords of my mottled palms
Imperfect symmetry for this thought experiment

In the left,  my Relatives
Some family,  some not, 
Tilling the fields,  collecting stones

In the other,  the Dreamers
Trying to remove the seam
Between horizon and rocky foreground

Sublimation favors one hand then the other
God wears both hands
Like silk gloves
Mystery and grace 
Melting into universes folding into rocks the Relatives till
And spread into fabrics the Dreamers join