Friday, May 20, 2011
Excavation – 19
terse order of things, a girl fell asleep in
the back of a cave and woke to recall she
never closed the front door
history turned misery turned mystery, no
one is keeping her from asking questions
of what really happened,
way back when, not too long ago, between
a husband and a wife, before the wife had
no one left to blame
decisions hinging on turning prickly knobs,
we can go in any direction and follow the
signs of incessant curiosity
or we can put unfinished chapters down for a
nap, save the mystery of the miserable, leave
it history, for another day
wood coming undone
tearing at the splitting ends
time to leave, again
there’s a man.
there’s a girl.
she’d like to understand.
she thought the story was about her mom.
but it’s not.
it’s behind a big door.
and she’s not ready.
she will come back.
at some point.