The Tracks of My Hands
What if I said
I knew from the beginning
That to capture
A molecule of your fire
Within a whisper
Would be my greatest triumph
And as I begin to release
The fragments
Of the constellation
I was once told to hold tight
I leave behind
A trail of stardust
In the hope
That one day
You may decide to find me
What if I said
I knew
That we
Were incompatible
According to astrology
Would you believe me If I told you
God works in mysterious ways
And when he painted the dark skies above man
He played connect a dot with the stars
And found the formula
For a new kind of human DNA
And placed samples of that
In the tracks of my hands
And when I first touched you
Something happened
That when I slept
He dissected
And left me whole
And the first time you led beside me
I felt complete
What if I said
He told me
That you
Could not be contained
And that the formula he created
By combining the grains
Of my rib
With the molecules of the sky’s fire
Was his greatest triumph
Joseph Baruwa “I’m a 30 year old proud father from Preston Lancashire though recently moved to the south east (Kent) to be closer to my 3 year old son. A Building surveyor/solar panel technician by day with a passion for words and in the last two years I have really been concentrating on writing and creative storytelling under the pen name fwdthinkingpoetry.”