THE SEARCH

Core hollowed

vacuum

pulling me in

filling myself with

myself

Childlike needs

never

letting me forget

Wooly thoughts flitting

fumbling through ancient

corridors.

Afternoon shadows

display their calling cards

while I

wander tentatively

up the attic steps

to search in old boxes

finger the remnants

imbue with magic

old shapes and forms

Searching for the nameless

listening for no sound

Later to polish family

napkin rings until

the silver warms

my face.