I have been reading through my notes and scribblings from this almost finished year and, as I have done in the past, I am editing and framing with an intent to hang them up for viewing. I am always at least a little surprised at what I have written and left because the crazy pace of life tends to pull me away before I have a chance to complete a thought or examine my early morning/late night journal entries. Now that I have a few unscheduled minutes in between work and PTA training, I have a chance not only to write some new stuff, but also polish up previous raw material into hopefully presentable condition. In the next few weeks, I will be publishing some new poems and odds without ends (endless odds?) and maybe a few doodly doodads and photos as well. Here is my first installment from a journal entry in January.
I am an archive of treasure.
My memories and experience overflow
into my present,
spilling gems and coins
clattering and sparkling about.
When will I realize every life has worth,
even in failure and remorse,
even in dire tragedy.
Even as rough faces fade with time,
every shadow shapes the light into a form
which can be deciphered and known.