I like looking at things your hands have wrought, brings me closer to you. When I first clicked on this picture I thought. . .it was silly. The kinds of things you see on postcards. I imagine that's why you did it. It made me smile. But then I thought the handwriting was too neat to be yours. So I studied it. The Ehses, the Ohs. I analyzed the Ees and Arrs, my finger traced the lines of the Em. There, there, and there I saw your mark. The small line crossing the Tee (a tell-tale sign of you), the egg-shape of the Ohs, and the perfectly imperfect curve of the Ehs. And I'm thinking of your soul, conquered by the ocean (hiding in Poseidon's treasure box.) Can you imagine me? Wading into the ocean in my mermaid prom dress, vanquishing dragons and giants, reclaiming it, and holding that pearl of a soul in my mouth where it is warm and safe.
# Comment by Guess on 26 Mar 2006 @ 07:49 am