those dreams in my palms

I came into this world
with fisted palms
lined with dreams
I could not see or feel,
until they grew me;
and then one day,
when I thought
I was ready
to carry them forth
in my open palms,
they grew wings
and flew away,
smiling at me
from the faces
of people passing by,
whispering to tell me
how they belonged
to the world,
not to me.