Our Story, by Tricia Sankey

Our Story
by Tricia Sankey

I dreamed I bought our story in an old
bookstore yesterday,
the book smelled of vanilla,
an odd mustiness, that only comes with age
and marination,
like the seashell you found
that day we sailed away,
held it to your ear,
and heard such secrets,
old words,
glue, paper, ink, fibers,
the smells unravel,
long walks with the dog,
days sick in bed,
the flowers we planted,
the cookies and tea.
This book read like the Bible,
right before judgement falls,
the pages rolled back,
like the sun
across our wooden deck,
battered and worn,
marked up by three kids,
chasing butterflies,
catching frogs…
It ends like
the beginning,
adrift on the waves,
rocked back and forth
we managed to sleep.

Tricia Sankey has traveled the United States as an Army wife while blogging and writing poems at http://www.triciasankey.com. She managed to obtain an MFA in Writing from Lindenwood University along the way and enjoys tweeting her micropoetry @triciasankey. Her work has been published in anthologies and online poetry journals.