In my palm,

I hold the sand globe,

dream potential

softly aglow,

somehow, in this moment

scaled down to possible.

Palm tree silhouettes

sway in the breeze

whispering of a future

within my reach

full of the things

that bring me

authentic peace.

In my palm,

I hold the sand globe,

and it refills my soul

with a patient knowing

that replaces

lost hope.

Poem and image @LauraDenise