What’s in My Journal<\/b>
\nOdd things, like a button drawer. Mean
\nThings, fishhooks, barbs in your hand.
\nBut marbles too. A genius for being agreeable.
\nJunkyard crucifixes, voluptuous
\ndiscards. Space for knickknacks, and for
\nAlaska. Evidence to hang me, or to beatify.
\nClues that lead nowhere, that never connected
\nanyway. Deliberate obfuscation, the kind
\nthat takes genius. Chasms in character.
\nLoud omissions. Mornings that yawn above
\na new grave. Pages you know exist
\nbut you can’t find them. Someone’s terribly
\ninevitable life story, maybe mine.
\nPoem: “What’s in My Journal” by William Stafford, from Crossing Unmarked Snow <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
What’s in My Journal Odd things, like a button drawer. Mean Things, fishhooks, barbs in your hand. But marbles too. A genius for being agreeable. Junkyard crucifixes, voluptuous discards. Space for knickknacks, and for Alaska. Evidence to hang me, or … Continue reading