lines.

i drew a map with
border lines i borrowed

a ring around a sun,
around a planet i had dreamt
once we called home

predict where pieces of the fences
would be fractured, sudden stops, where we
would be

would open to the stars above the yellow
city lights and painted lines in
centres of our streets

predict a destination held within my palm,
its lines forever crossing, never
bordered and

my shrinking hand
reacting to
the
wind
where i would be
without the warm side
of the sun