Hidden Treasure
Perhaps you are wondering why there are so many
of these,
These metrics of my days, items, tokens, markers
of my days.
Perhaps this is a good place to hide the
treasure I have to offer,
This treasure which will make you rich in wonder
and
Which will open and deepen your inner self.
Perhaps not.
Perhaps you will not be able to break the code,
To grasp the meaning hiding in these obscure
lines.
Perhaps you will move on to tomorrow’s poem,
Shrugging this day off as if it were not even a
poem.
Perhaps once you have read today’s poem
You will read it again and again
Hunting for the treasure,
or for a clue to the treasure.
The clue is here, in this poem, and
So is the treasure.
--January 28, 2013 |