Adjacencies (Poetry)

There is always more
going on beyond the margin’s edge —
those possibilities that won’t accept
the boundaries set by paper

Thoughts that stray — slip past
small words that whisper ‘come with me
and I will show another side
for all is not quite as it first appears ...’

With that the poem walks itself
clean off the open page
to lead imagination on
some other place the writer had
tucked deep and kept in mind

Here is a treasure map of sorts
cryptic with its lyric clues
designed for a discerning eye to read
                                the wondering trail
which lures the traveller along
and shares the secret route
to multitudes of shadow worlds
where cartography for dreamers is the norm

At last revealing how ink joins
an ever-drifting web of dot ...dot ...dots
so instinct might pick its own way
to find whatever vision’s good as true