Diaries

It is time to destroy my diaries. I rip the covers off and shred years of paper.

I am giving up my role of policeman of our life. No longer can I point to my words and say “you said in April of 1985.”

My words “our relationship is like a rotting corpse” now keep the moisture in the soil around our pumpkins.

silver snail trails
over my paper mountain

—Gabrielle Daly

[from CONTEMPORARY HAIBUN, Vol. 9, Edited by Jim Kacian, Bruce Ross, Ken Jones, 2008, Red Moon Press, PO Box 2461, Winchester, VA 22604