Life with the State of Wyoming Inside*

I know -
it's a big state
but I can imagine it
ensconced in my solar plexus,
Cheyenne my belly button,
the Bighorn Mountains
in my breastal area.
Why Wyoming?
Wy not?
A squarish, squat state
fits better than an odd-shaped one
like Florida.
Florida would catch
in my innards.
Dangerous to have Hawaii
in there-
imagine an island
     drifting

                                  off.

*This single line -Life with the State of Wyoming Inside -is written, with no explanation, in my journal in 1992 or 1993. I have no idea what I might have meant. I lived in northern Colorado at the time, close to Wyoming. Wyoming seems open and empty to me - perhaps I was feeling empty or open or both (sometimes they are the same) or not. I am fond of Wyoming.
A,H.
 

Tired Land

There is a space
in my mind;
a room
full of the clutter
of regrets,
disappointments,
griefs - big and small.
Packed full of
shards of shame,
ends of envy,
wads of worry -
the debris of depression.
I am an
emotional hoarder.
It's time to clean
Tired Land,
free up space,
air out mustiness,
travel lighter.

A.H.