sjsprWriting

Metaphors morph into 

symbols of journey,

from the beginning of my eyelashes

to the red hot fingertips on my skin,

metaphors cover my arms,

chest, and inner thighs.

Smoothing over harsh realities

and giving way to more symbolic

and imaginative truths.

To be a metaphor is to be too aware of beauty,

and of sorrow.

To create more than what is really there, 

to transform life into something much more complex.

A "walking metaphor" strolls through alley ways

and streets

turning simple thigns into extremes

and finding the extraordinary

in the ordinary.

The crack on the sidewalk 

looks more like a fissure in the universe to you.