"Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone ..." William Wordsworth

29 July 2019

Moved.

Verdine, Through the Thicket, Across the Meadow, To the Woods, 2013


The CACHE

Behind the house in a field
there's a metal box I buried
full of childhood treasure, a map
of my secret place, a few lead pennies
from 1943.
The rest I've forgotten,
forgotten even the exact spot
I covered with moss and loam.

Now I'm back and twenty years
have made so little difference
I suspect they never happened,
this face in the mirror
aged with pencil and putty.
I suspect even
the box has moved as a mole would move
to a new place long ago.

Dan Gerber

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