Drawers Of My Memory

Each drawer that I fill,

stores something past

 

The future spread out

on the bed

 

As each one closes,

its memories sleep safe

 

Dreams quilted

and looking ahead

 

Layered inside

and kept neatly stacked

 

In silence,

their stories unfold

 

Each drawer front embossed

with a message they share

 

“Open Only If Naked Or Cold”

 

The dresser sits quiet,

its handles untouched

 

As new history begins

with each write

 

And construction resumes,

a new dresser is built

 

To store words yet to clothe

—and delight

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)