So in my previous post, I decided to complete a creative project this week – a poem.
I am also very much aware that this poem is not the best poem ever. But the point of the exercise is FINISHING, so here it is.
I guess this is as finished as it can get.
I hope this doesn’t ruin anyone’s day.
I know the mountain ranges of your hands –
I recognize their tectonic texture
I have climbed up their collisions,
rappelled down their canyons,
trekked through their valleys
that the peaks of your experience
rise through the plains
of the child you once were;
that the dips of your disappointments are now pools
of your calm
I live, my love, in the landscape of your hands
and mean to leave trails for you to wear well