Finding courage to look into the dark
banks of your own fog is to recognize
the rambling mind of your unfinished
autobiography a patch of olive-colored
mud amidst a stretch of gaudy days
a drift of snow in a sunburned desert
or the price of a stubbornly creative life
the way a child ambles through
centuries of paradise pockets bulging
to unpack musical nights of rain
laying out and smoothing the map of
magical histories emerging like treasures
collected at odd intervals along the way
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
Image: jbom411/Pixabay
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