Things Found In My Chest
The time reads ten on the clock
and I take in hand my pen.
I pull up my chair to my makeshift desk
and begin removing books from the panel
so that I may lift it and peer into my chest.
One by one I move them, one and all,
the short and the tall.
Moby Dick, The Idiot, Republic, Walden
and Civil Disobedience, The Oxford Book
of American Verse, Alcoholics Anonymous,
The Divine Comedy, This Side of Paradise,
VITA NUOVA, Paradise Lost and Paradise
Regained, Selected Poetry and Prose of Poe,
The Audacity of Hope, and so on and so
on until not one was left not even the
Bible which had rested on their heads.
I opened my chest and went searching
for treasures of my past. Most
were trinkets I stored away like a pack rat.
I found little figures of pirates and
soldiers which I played with when a boy,
marbles and sand dollars, Chinese stars
and nun chucks, most were not even my favorite
toys. I saw yearbooks from middle school and
others from high school. I dared not crack their
spines for I felt not enough time has passed
yet. I found letters from Francheska, Lucy, and Jenny.
I saw pictures of Stephanie, Virginia, and Niki.
then I began to read poems from Nicole and
glanced at the time. It was already one twenty nine.
Alas, it was a nice trip to the past, but now it is time
to close the panel and resume to my books
and my work, for if my head stayed in my chest I
would surely go berserk!
Copyright © George Gabriel | Year Posted 2010
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