As Time’s pressed flowers
we were bound in her layers of sediment
a kind of kept memory the earth wanted forever
so that one day as she opened up
her secret love affairs slipped out
from between the pages of her diary.
this one and that… as she heals
her history of love is revealed
and the magnitude of her experience
for there laid down after so many years
is every kind of creature and plant
held perfectly in her layered tears.
photo credit: anna jones photography