Poem: Secrets

This is reprinted from my 11/11/11 Newsletter:

It is afternoon break time and I’m sitting in the sunlight with a glass of acai juice, looking back through my journal. I don’t get to do this often enough, and today it seems especially enjoyable. A pleasant surprise shows up in the form of this touching little poem I wrote a few months ago and had forgotten about till now:

Yesterday I found a lost cause,
discarded among the fading mulleins
and blue corn flowers
that curtain the road’s edge.
I hesitated, picked it up,
and brushed away the sand and grit
that closely held the secrets
of its unaccounted time.
I put it in my pocket, thinking
someday I might risk to ask
what it might have dreamt of once,
when it still knew it mattered.

 Does the poem speak to you in some way? Let’s get into a dialogue and explore what it might mean to you, maybe share some inspiration with each other. I have put it on my blog to get the conversation started.

 

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