Shadows and secret things
On the dirt floor of
The old wooden garage,
Barrels and boxes of
Memories and
Memorabilia left behind.
Within the cobwebs and
Packing crates one old
Leather bound book of
Poetry, unintended gift
From unknown strangers,
A book which took me
Down this path filled
With crates and barrels
Of someone's memories
And memorabilia,
As I sit comfortably,
Sipping yesterday's wine,
Reading that ragged old book
By an endless summer's
Slanting sunbeams
Cutting through the gloom
Amid the jumble and clutter
Of my mind, seated on a crate,
Feet grounded in the dirt floor,
Uncovering forgotten secrets
Hidden from me by
Shadows and cobwebs.
Donovan Baldwin