68-years

Behind this, 68-years in the making.

Between the lines, the anger of the world

Held at bay. Hidden in plain sight, saint

And sinner in a heated exchange. Work

Days worked away until no sweat remains.

Now you see it; now you don’t. Whatever

You understand has faded away. Yes, in

Front of the morning mirror words are

Gathered for distribution throughout the

Day. Rolled up into one, all the places

Ever traveled, ever lived vaguely resemble

Buffalo in the winter. All the angles have

Been bent out of shape, as the lines are

Drawn and hastily erased. What went

Into this obtuse scribble I have written

Today? More, much, much more than I

Dare to say. It was, however, 68-years

In the making.

Chris Hanch  12-30-15