If I were
a photograph what
would I show 
if I were 
a gift what 
would I give 
if I were
a book what 
would I say 
if I were 
you what would 
you take away

I have already 
the things that 
most will do 
the chucking overboard 
to lighten load 
thing about that
though is this 
what’s thrown can’t 
ever be found
or fixed but
it is as
it was except 
to someone else 

I have 
far less 
than I 
ever have 
yet I’m
the happiest 
that I’ve 
ever been 
why is
less more 
I ask 

I a cave 
burrow or den
stumbled upon across 
or by surprise 
never really found 
for I am 
invisible except to
those who know 
a place of
refuge hiding and 
respite from those
who chase you 
be free until