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To my journals,

     And to my notebooks,

my most carefully tended daily bond

 an instinct for survival,

 a shift in time. 

               A slower vision of the world, 

 Or eyes eager to

gather, 

          archive, 

                   repeat, 

                        collect, 

                                    treasure, 

                                            integrate, 

                                    bind,

                              endure,

                        soften,

            bring into the body, 

       in case I forget, 

in case I remember.

And just in case after all, 

I do forget

The simple, 

The not-so-simple,

The treasures daily gifted to me

To observe, 

contemplate, 

admire,

And always remember, 

That everyday life holds within it precious complexities worthy of being held somewhere in the world.