De-coding an Old Poem

 

Today I read poems I wrote 10 years ago
and didn’t understand them, except
I could tell they were intense.  No
playing around allowed.  I must have
understood them once upon a time. 
Myth is like that, and tarot cards, and
spells—accessible to those who first
coded and recorded their secrets and
hid their power, and after that,
a mystery to solve.  If I let them sink in 
past the scrutiny of the mind, and seek
them on the emotive, on the playful level.
If I laugh at myself, laugh with myself.
If I trust that I was present at the beginning.

Then, relaxed enough, I believe I can return
and read to find the hidden meaning.

My blog poems are rough drafts.

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