Scratched colours in the palm of your hand,
after many years, skilled in the art of hand flipping;
a jack rolls on the ground, another flung into the air
and caught once again; all five pieces collected
in one triumphant sweep of the hand; jacks
which long ago, were the bones of animals,
the knuckles of an unsuspecting beast.
Lisa Reily is a former literacy consultant, dance director and teacher from Australia. She is now a budget traveller with two bags, one laptop and no particular home. You can find out more about Lisa at lisareily.wordpress.com.
Foxglove Journal 
Strong images in this poem, Lisa! Congratulations.
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