What dark, forbidden thoughts
lie hidden, cringing in corners
left purposely unexplored, where only
the unbidden foes and uninvited guests
can plant their flags of remorse.
Pull back the shades but for a moment
and the nighttime pupils tear open
gasping again for shadows, but alive
once more to the potential of life-giving light.
What chaste and tender memories
are held at the bottoms of jam jars,
pie trays, rabbit cages and junk drawers.
Here, where time and dust allow
the mind to shade and dim what once
was bright, certain, immediate,
the mind can do its best work
of cinching a forever then
to a thirsty now.