Avoiding the Subject
-a poem on family
I prefer to dig at oblique angles,
edging the shape of it with sand-box
abandon, never defining, always
refining, the zen garden
pleasures of mental review.
I keep treasures there, bits of
the past like time-soothed
pieces of glass, cool
against my fingers.
That is enough.
Poet's Note: The prompt was family. My brain didn't really want to go there today so...this is what you get. I think it does capture my general feelings about the subject though.