Over oceans
Through salt grass
Like Harrier Hawks
Floating slowly into headwinds with eyes down
Searching the ground for patterns
Symbols
Signs
I make friends like treasure hunters
Folded maps with creases and smudges
Pinned to my wall with colored tacks
That lose their meaning over the years
If I don't come back
When I don't come back
Weighted in carets of memory
Treasures nonetheless
Lucky me I am a keeper of images
I thumb backward
Ticking off yesterdays one by one
Letting them melt
In a sudden winter thaw
Until they are caught off-guard
By an arctic blast
That stabs and gnaws into deepest marrow
I wrap my arms
Around lucky me
This statue that bears witness
To what can be
What should be
Knowing that right around the corner
A wave is cresting onto a rocky shore
Snow is wafting down trees to the forest floor
And a stray dog is eating a can of food
I surreptitiously left for her
Because it's cold outside and she's alone, abandoned, scared
And lucky me is sitting here
Thinking that I can comfort her with more than tears
Brattleboro-December 2017
*Note, after finding out that my assumption that The Dog was a "He" I have revised this to fit the "She" that Daisy is.
*Note, after finding out that my assumption that The Dog was a "He" I have revised this to fit the "She" that Daisy is.
2 comments:
This is absolutely beautiful, Jamie. Teared up actually.
Touched me deeply and personally, especially as a life traveler.
Always discovering and uncovering the depths of the maps unexplored within us . .
Bravo, on helping this sweet puppy find love!
Read my follow-up!
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