Artifacts (Day 161)

 

They keep 

adding up,

the moments, and 

the words to 

describe them, 

and I carry them, 

like winter,

like my sister’s piggybank,

like what happened 

that night

at 42nd and Baltimore.

I carry them, 

tucked deep inside 

my pocket, until I find 

someplace warm and safe 

and comfortable 

where I can take 

them out to examine,

one by one, holding each 

up to the light, 

turning it,

like a mysterious artifact,

this way

and that.

(c) 2017, By Hannah Six

Photo: Marrakesch, In den Souks, by Giggel