what if you just started writing
to see what came out?
like clawing up a big rock
that was slunk halfway down
into the damp soil
earthworms, rolly pollies wiggle underneath
not eager to be disturbed.
like excavating a dusty old box
you found in the attic
in the corner, under a pile of photo albums
musty papers, keepsakes, ticket stubs, diplomas
seep out of pores
impossible to arrange back in
the way you found them.
This really spoke to me today. Thank you for the treasure…