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)