Unanswered Questions
 
When I can’t get into you,
I get into a white magnolia tree,
where the Northern Flicker pecks & pecks above me
without severing a branch. I listen to its knocks
like the knocks in my head, thinking of the days ahead
and unanswered questions. I examine its leaves like tasseomancy,
following its veins, running with it, like the veins that run through us.
I see bits of gold, a trail of cornsilk that the deer have left behind,
leading to a secret thicket. All I know is that it feels safe there,
safe with you, despite unanswered questions.

Published in Poem Alone

 

Artist: "Jenni" Guinevere von Sneeden, @guinevere.von.sneeden