Unfolding

Some scans of an old creative visual journal. I think I need to revisit these & start back up again.

For Love of Buried Treasure

I want to go back into the woods, 

Recover what treasure I buried there, 

And hold it close to my chest.

So that I may feel its pulse

next to my breast,

And know that it is real.

So that I can twine my fingers round,

it is safe; and so am I.

I don't want to be without it,

I want to keep it on my nightstand,

let it collect the dust of forgetfulness.

And move on.

Out of sight, out of mind-

Doesn't work so well with me.

I need to keep it close, 

make it a part of me.

Then discard it, once I have known it

completely.

I can't do that though,

No matter how hard I try.

Your heart must remain 

buried in the woods, 

So I can cherish it from afar.