Memory Lane
The other day I glanced inside
To find a boy I’d left behind
With many things left He had done
Constantly working, this son
A tapestry of memories and dreams
It strung together in hoping, it seems,
To go to a day I’d soon be forgetting
To a more exciting, apathetic setting.
I viewed His tapestry which
I called “Past” and saw
How it blended so delicately
Into my clothes, I found it
Colorful and beautiful with bits
Of rags and cloth and fabric
Which I recalled wearing and using
In my life.
When I left this shop, a place
I remember distinct in its own
Fashion; and having outside a man
Whom I had seen digging through
My trash and belongings, and I
Passing him by as a beggar.
Obsession
Had become his obsession.
I returned to my shop
Of materials, from my own
Little haven of memories
Seeing the threads and fabrics
Shimmering with delicacy, while
Others, with their thick durability
Sat dully and waited to be used.
I began work on a new outfit.
In time I will find this outfit
Most comfortable.
In time I will find this outfit
Most irritating.
In time I will find a new tapestry
Down the road.
In time the old tapestries
Will deteriorate.
