Poetry About Layers

A room changes color, but the old blue waits beneath the new white. Winter clothing builds warmth by trapping small rooms of air. Rock records pressure and time in bands no calendar could hold. An onion offers no hidden center, only another surface opening. Identity gathers family, body, language, choice, wound, and revision. We call something deep when it contains more than one honest reading.

Rock records pressure and time in bands no calendar could hold. Concealment can protect a tender truth or keep harm from being named. Memory lays today's story over yesterday without fully covering it. Archaeologists read soil by changes almost invisible to an untrained eye. Understanding rarely arrives by tearing everything away at once. Every surface is also a history of what came before it.

A room changes color, but the old blue waits beneath the new white. Identity gathers family, body, language, choice, wound, and revision. We call something deep when it contains more than one honest reading. Archaeologists read soil by changes almost invisible to an untrained eye. The chipped wall shows green, yellow, blue, plaster, and brick. Every surface is also a history of what came before it.