Guide’s Guarantee
Tonight, wear the woods
As a jacket. Wrap it
Around you. Quilt
A mile with your feet.
Quiet is curious.
Step in and out
And know things.
Tonight, wear the woods
As a jacket. Wrap it
Around you. Quilt
A mile with your feet.
Quiet is curious.
Step in and out
And know things.
you lift seashells
from a silver case
shift them on a table.
Their closeted scent
pulses memories:
a field of silver pinwheels
how hard it was to release
a mud-coated turtle
under a willow
near the deep lake.
A dusty blue suitcase
and a ticket placed
in an unread book
call you through the night
but your scarred heart
weighs you down.
~ Found poem composed/modified from Patricia Fargnoli’s poem “Wherever You’re Going”