Sifting through Boxes

Floating on a penny

I place it under my pillow

as a reminder

of how rich I am.

Many things have been collected,

notes, paper dolls, velour sashes,

that now reside

in their own crawl space.

Sifting through boxes

stacking and re-stacking

playing blocks

trying to get somewhere.

Isn’t that always the case?

A rhinestone broach

she left for me

must be here.

I can see it displayed

just below the sternum

drawing the eye

to the center.

It will take some time

getting out of this mess

of dust and cardboard.

If only I knew where to look. 

© 2012 d.c.p.