Back Porch Review 2020

The Leaf
By Sophia Ossi
I cup my hands together
dipping them into rushing water
when the icy, clear liquid seeps through
the small cracks between my fingers and is gone.
I see a detached dead piece of life which I twirl around
in my fingers gingerly, curious -
it sits lifelessly, lining up with my life line
I notice how the root branches out against the heart line
and my head line, too.
My eyes wander back to the river that splits off
in three different branches, each smaller and separate river
resembling the root and my palm.
I look back at the remnant and think to myself
Where do you belong?