Everyday we have a choice
To approach things with grace, understanding…
the expectation of hope…
I often invite my students to either rest their palms up
A sign of receptivity… of openness
(To what? That is up to them.)
or with their palms facing down,
a sign of letting go.
I ask them to focus
and then we move onto what is next.
I’m beginning to wonder
it is time for me to look at our relationship
and let my palms rest downward
letting go of expectations
and settling into where we are now
(which is where exactly?
I can’t quite find it on a map,
but it is starting to feel like a place I know called contempt)
And how did we get here
This awkward unknown that is hovering
–palpable in the air like pollen or humidity–
Generic answers where there used to be genuine interest
Self-absorption where there used to be curiosity
I look over at you
standing next to me, and I realize
I’d rather be here with anyone else.
Resting my palms down
what is next?