20130404

writing for pleasure. how novel!



It took 33 years to draw this map
The one you see when you look at me
It shows where I’ve been
The rivers I’ve cried
The mountains I’ve overcome
It shows you the places I’ve loved
And the valleys of laughter are clear
The dark lands of sorrow too
Recently the summers are showing more clearly
A sign post of my mother’s design
It shows the winters of contentment too
Most obvious in the holes unused in my belt
The thing with this map though
 Is that there is no legend
We’re all blind when we try to read each other’s faces
So many stories are hidden within this 33 year old map