Divination

Speak like the Ocean,
in tomes of foam 
gathering on the shore.

Words are bubbles bursting
as air becomes meaning
and language is rewritten.

The pier marks a permanent
page, a line tattooed 
inside your pale arm.

Divine meaning, read 
the signs. Lines criss 
cross your palm.

Speak with your hands.
What have they to say
of what is yet to be?