All the members of the human species who ever "got" me, gave me gifts that would be of little or no significance to most other women.

They understood that a piece of rare, lavender scrap wood from the rainforest used to make their final project was more fitting than any purchased gift.

Or that a small slab of turquoise purchased after their climb up Mt Katahdin would have great import to me.

This tradition of Smelted metal And rocks And feathers And strange Pieces of wood

Began in my teen years

And carries on Still today

Oddly though

These people That understand me So well

Never seem To stay

They drift away

 As their Found tokens drifted in

 Arriving Silently And suddenly Leaving


Yet l Have Their Talismans Still


From the blog Mental Stew™ 2005 edited march 21 2008