279. courage to cross. by Sonja Benskin Mesher

I am not a silent poet

initially,
crossed the great divide,
sea to the land, from
one to another, then, talking.

crossed the narrow bridge
spoke of the past,
revisit the old place.
all plumbing and stair rods,
you know what i mean.

courage to walk away
from objects that irritate
our eyes, to eat another way,

with snakes and camphor oil.

you know what i mean. with
the kindness of strangers
to cross the mountain, be led
home.

they say it may be drizzly today,

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