Poet's Log by Emily De Silva

this is my log

it is so clogged

full of dreams

and midnight fog

sometimes snakes

slither through it late

passing, looming,

under stars they’re glooming

but i have it signed

it is mine

so cover it in moss

and tree needle pines

brown, green,

and a touch of gold

with sunlight it is

all dirty and old

and i love it so dearly

i see it so clearly

it’s quite a pain, i know,

but it always hears me.