Boxes
Sifting through boxes
I should have unpacked two years ago,
Evidence of the life I’ve lived.
Fragments of unfinished poemd
On scraps of paper and
half full notebooks
Photos of students
I taught long ago
I don’t remember names
I was sure I’d never forget
Sheet music
From my time spent
Learning cello.
Mix CDS, a medium lost and obsolete.
Postcards from places I’ve been,
Love’s ones’ letters from where they’ve been,
Ephemera from places around the world.
All these memories crowded into such a small space.
I wonder if the contents of this box
were the only thing you knew about me,
What would you think?