Wednesday, June 28, 2017

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