NaPoWriMo - day thirty

thirty pieces

the first thing that comes to mind

is silver. not gold.

does this image still have currency?

does it still speak to you?

will you carry it in your pocket,

listen to the jangling of history and myth;

or are these merely coins

emblazoned with a stranger’s face,

more or less worn by hands.

i would like to think that

these poems are an offering,

laboured over -

filled with intention.

i would like to place them

in your hands, to exchange

the words for sound,

to hear you speak the words

and roll them around in your mouth

and mind, to carry them with you

as you walk away.

i would like to think that

some small pieces will be remembered

or pieces of pieces

rediscovered on occasion,

like lost coins between cushions

or money found in pockets

when doing the laundry.

so, here: i give you these thirty pieces.

i have done my best to be honest

about the voice behind the voice.

i have tested what is good, true and beautiful.

i have polished them

and brought them into the light,

and now i place them in your hands.

spend them however you choose.