La Brea Tar Pits

I have long been fascinated by the La Brea Tar Pits, all the animals preserved in the asphalt, long ago dead, but perfectly preserved.  I think we all carry some version of a tar pit, memories, things unsaid, things which can't be considered until they rise to the surface.

I probably

Have many things to say.

They have gone unsaid.

They allow me to think

If you only knew

This

This one thing

You could not possibly

Care for me

The way you do.

These things

Now

They rise to the surface

One at a time

Beg to be said out loud.

I never really quite know

What is down there

Until they rise

Like centuries-old animals

Intact

Preserved in asphalt

From my own

La Brea Tar Pits.

I have many things encased

Intact

Preserved

Down there

Centuries-old creatures.

They rise from the goo.