Cabinet

There has to be a place.
A plain cabinet, so high,
oft painted and chipping
with white ceramic pulls for
its simple drawer and door,
where I can put
the word skeins I spin while
I’m driving
or drifting toward sleep.
A place they can huddle in safety,
where the hurricane of husband,
the deluge of daughters,
and the whirlwind of work
can’t snatch them asunder
and render them ordinary again.
I will make such a place
so my skeins may be kept
until, in a spare second,
I can pull them out and
weave them as I had envisioned
when I was driving
or drifting toward sleep.

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One Response to Cabinet

  1. Steve Wagner says:

    “…weave them as I had envisioned.” Now that’s the heart of it.

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