We find ourselves
In the basement of the goodwill store
It is musty
Tiny flashes of dust bounce off
The carpet
Like rust
It catches us
In the back of our throats
Makes us cough
And splutter
The curtains are thin
Alice draws them open
It reveals a brick wall
Thick and sturdy
We hate not seeing light
Perhaps we will
Pick through the garbage forever
It glitters and shines
Old treasures
Waiting to be found
Stories waiting to be retold
What was given
What was lost
What was taken after
Books
Clothes
Toys
An old bicycle
Once they were prized
Now they are fading
Perhaps by touching them
We will make them real again
So many beautiful things
In the basement of the goodwill store.
Beautifully written and excellent use of the words.
ReplyDeleteGood Sunday Jae.
ReplyDeleteIts sad opening the window to a sturdy brick wall thouugh.
much❤love
So many of us more or less confined at present (well, here in Australia anyway). May we all find treasures in the spaces we inhabit!
ReplyDeleteA million stories...sad, happy..poignant...glorious...desparate... all can be found in the cast-off treasures in the basement of a Goodwill store,
ReplyDeleteYou have a magical touch. Wonderful poem.
ReplyDelete"Alice draws them open
ReplyDeleteIt reveals a brick wall
Thick and sturdy
We hate not seeing light
Perhaps we will
Pick through the garbage forever
It glitters and shines"
i love how those two images interact with each other, a windowless window of no sun, replaced with the glittter and shine of the junk. a very well crafted image... well done!
I got so excited over your title. Thrift stores are my heaven-on-earth.
ReplyDeleteI keep treasures alive by photographing them.