Have I ever seen a dream emerge
Out of the air while I was awake?
On the palms of people
lines, curls, whorls nestling into each other
The dream-weaver casts her spell
pulling it out of her own being
the mind the body the spirit in fusion
Quiet as a spider
wise and inward-bound
one weaves with its body-silk
the other dips her finger in her soul
for silk, equally guazy-ephemeral-strong
Allowing her dreams to unfurl
onto another's palm
spelling out love, harmony, fulfillment, abundance.