Who are you?
I am the unlocked door to the cellar
The cement floor and the flooded washer
The man who said I see everything
The mollusk in the seagull’s beak
The cement floor and the flooded washer
The lost mutt in a ghetto
The mollusk in the seagull’s beak
The wild unweeded garden bed
The lost mutt in a ghetto
The beach towel spread on hot sand
The wild unweeded garden bed
The long fresh nightgown slipping on
The beach towel spread on hot sand
The forest and the fiddlehead fern
The long fresh nightgown slipping on
And though you may not see me
The forest and the fiddlehead fern
Orlando and Paradise Lost
And though you may not see me
I will always wonder who you are
Orlando and Paradise Lost
The man who said I see everything
I will always wonder who you are
I am the unlocked door to the cellar
by Mary Meriam
from Autumn Sky Poetry DAILY, February 9, 2015
Photograph by Christine Klocek-Lim
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