Treasure-seekers, you know who you are . . . or maybe you don’t. Maybe “treasure” is a very different commodity for different folks. I have always loved discovering things–deliberately hidden or not. And I mean “things”: old bottles, colorful dead bugs, cash register receipts on the sidewalk, doll heads. Oh anything really. These things are the stuff of poetry.
I’m not sure where this love of finding things comes from, but I have some distinct memories of thing-finding, as Pippi Longstocking calls it: Continue reading