Saturday, May 14, 2016
A Poem by Kenneth P. Gurney
I have rooms in my mind that any of you
may walk into if only you dare.
If you need a map, you are mostly likely
not my friend, but may be a past lover.
If you think, this must be methodically complicated
then simply say good-bye and forego the attempt.
Before you enter, I want you to stand up first and shake my hand
and state you are not afraid of the dark, of shadows, of illumination.
I will tell you, inexactly, my smile is not reassuring,
objects in bent mirrors appear distorted.
Remember to leave a trail of bread crumbs.
Remember I am allergic to wheat.
Kenneth P. Gurney lives in Albuquerque, NM with his beloved Dianne. He has seven poetry books out in the world, the latest of which is Stump Speech. He is the former editor of Adobe Walls anthology of New Mexico poets. For a listing of his publishing credits visit his website at kpgurney.me.