I find myself in wilderness I never thought I’d see.
Rolling hills and prickly fields in hues of brown and gray,
a place where time has not caught up to what I used to be.
The ground is strewn with mirrors that are cracked and warped and cloudy.
Looking down I see me older, undiscovered territory.
editors note:
And such is a shocking discovery! (We welcome Nolcha to our crazy congress of Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of her madness on her new page – check it out.) – mh clay