ENVELOPE
Sometimes when I go to the mailbox in the morning, it seems to me that
I am like a thin white envelope...
someone has filled, sealed and forgotten to address.
Yet I have come miles with my freight
penciling in tentative destinations.
I did not expect to be delivered into this void
I cannot see beyond it to another time
when I will be less full of myself.
Perhaps when my contents are disclosed
Some clue will arise connecting origins with hopes.
But now, having no visible future,
I feel a twin to my unborn child-
as though my womb were inverted protectively
to include us both.
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