Like curtains drawn when day is done. I close out light, I block the sun. I guard the windows of your soul, and lift again to make your vision whole.

A tiny book of you, dutifully keeping track of all of your wanderings. This book may be all about you, but it is a highly treasured key! Keep it secret, keep it safe, and all will be well.

Printed. Dyed. Under a tie. Cotton or poly. Full sleeved or shy. Remove just one letter, its profane in its cry. The upper half’s sheath. Some pocketed high.

Take a common measure of milk, add an ‘e’. Sailed after stolen on the seven seas.

I am a gentle hug for a wounded skin, wrapping you in soft comfort, sealing the past and protecting the now. I hide beneath sleeves and beneath the sun, a quiet guardian of healing.