The Depths of Me

the depths of me
a labyrinth
twisted ways, dark corners
treasures hidden;
but i forgot to mark the spot

the depths of me
a mystery
to myself
to others;
i am
Indiana Jones
searching for the Holy Grail,
holding the map
upside down

the depths of me
a ball of heat
the core afire,
blazing;
faith’s torch lighting
the darkest, blankest corridors
on the coldest days

the depths of me
a (sur)real world
where monsters and fairies live;
where i
ride the grand mare
in shining armor
or cower
beneath
old willow’s roots

the depths of me.
my journey,
my struggle,
my quest.

All for the Fries

rain
and rain again
a steady downpour,
no umbrella,
stomach growling ~
not far now…

there!
the safe haven,
distributor of The Best,
french fries, edible gold
so close.
my middle celebrates;
already tasting
sweet release…

soon.

through the tall windows, brightly lit, i see
tiles, polished to high sheen
village’s drunkard
in his usual spot,
head low, caressing
a bottle of beer;
the smell of fried goods
tickles, tortures my nose.

door opened by longing hand
to bells, jingling;
heaven’s sound
to my near-starving, soppy self ~
greeted by the snack bar’s owner,
i take my first step
to salvation

no warning for me,
my feet leave treacherous ground,
rear hits the tiles, hard ~
adventurous sneaker
escapes
to make contact
with my heart’s desire ~
the deep fryer.

the owner, baffled,
stares at the frying shoe
while i sit in pain, ears turning crimson ~
and the drunkard
honors me with a mumbled
” be more careful next time, girl”,
before he turns to
more pressing,
gulping matters.

i shared this because of dVerse‘s tempting call for the Unexpected…
ahem… “unfortunately”, a true story.

Distant Shores? Bring it on!

as for living
i made my choice
stepped out of the circle,
jumped into the windswept sea.
it might not seem like much,
not right now,
but i paid attention
when i had swimming lessons
and i am sure
i can stay afloat.
now i’m off to
distant shores
which i can’t see yet

and just in case it gets too hard
i still have
my floaties –
so i can
take a break
and study
the lay of the land… or sea.