Reina - Field Mouse

Read your palm the only way I know

With fingertips, with my eyes closed

They’re rivers running into lakes

Moon rocks on the orbit’s face

I had patience, I buried my face

In quiet corners I stood in place

In a still life of some last scene

In the ghost side of a sunbeam

What don’t I already know?

I don’t go anywhere you go

Your eyes, awake, still in a dream

They don’t tell me anything