What’s in My Journal

“What’s In My Journal”
by William Stafford,

Odd things, like a button drawer. Mean
Thing, fishhooks, barbs in your hand.
But marbles too. A genius for being agreeable.
Junkyard crucifixes, voluptuous
discards. Space for knickknacks, and for
Alaska. Evidence to hang me, or to beatify.
Clues that lead nowhere, that never connected
anyway. Deliberate obfuscation, the kind
that takes genius. Chasms in character.
Loud omissions. Mornings that yawn above
a new grave. Pages you know exist
but you can’t find them. Someone’s terribly
inevitable life story, maybe mine.

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~ by RMSJr on January 18, 2008.

Posted in Something Borrowed

2 Responses to “What’s in My Journal”

I still think that this sounds like something you would write! Love this poem!

jensmack said this on January 23, 2008 at 4:50 pm | Reply
The deliberate ovfuscation or chasms in character?

RMSJr said this on January 24, 2008 at 2:17 am | Reply