Walking the Land

Can poems replace
the journal? A diary
can be as fiery as 
the hand that holds
the brand. A poem
speaks circumspection.
A poem's inspection
of the property 
meanders from
crawl to stall to
fallen trees, 
creaking with 
the old walls 
of the old house
standing guard 
against unknown
elements. This porous
house lets in the outside
enough to give the weather 
the taste of the time of day.
As long as the poem follows
the sneeze, it can breeze 
through notebooks the
way the journal once
pathway unhid.