Thick Lines

A poem

Tammy Breitweiser
Oct 2 · 1 min read

Thick black marker
Draws lines around where
I do not wish to over step.

Black lines protect
Keep people out-
The right things in.

But yesterday
I lost my marker.

I borrowed the waitress’s pen
When she wasn’t looking
It made different lines
But didn’t keep anything
Out.

I walk through the field
And down the stone stairs
Into the house where the
Spirit guides appear
In front of the hearth.

I need a new marker
But receive a white cloth
To cleanse-
To start fresh.

It is easier to think
Outside of the box
When you are not
Already
Inside it.

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