little letter: a poem

A poem by Christina O’Donnell. Photo by Angie Lipscomb.

little letter under the fence

full of secrets and past remnants

of heavy thoughts passed between the two,

one blossoming, and budding new

the other full and peeking through

the swollen earth of millions of years

of other letters and other tears.

little letter under the fence

white and fresh, with no recompense 

for the woes of the ones that have gone before

that lay beneath the grass, already waged this war

scrawled with innocence, the cursive address

one not knowing what the package could confess

little letter under the fence

coming or going, with no hesitance

stuck in between the thick white prongs

dug into the ground, Oh Lord for so long

they’ll never discover you, here in this lonely place

your ink filled paper adrift through time and space

little letter under the fence

may you find solace in the past tense

remember your sender, your purpose, your angst

you were meant to with letters paint

the troubles of lovers, of friends, of acquaintance!

but my little letter, perhaps, exercise more patience.

you never know who may will stumble upon you soon,

under stars, rain, sun, or moon.

you may not make it where you may know,

but maybe with the wind perhaps you’ll blow

and my dear little letter, oh the places you’ll go!