Dogs 2010

8PM PIZZA
(2/6/10)


I was walking
through a mansion
huge rooms
old furniture
fixtures
pictures
and art

I started
to see others
milling about
all dressed
in clothes
from decades ago
and looking intently
at the collection
the antiques

apparently
it was
a museum
of some sort

I continued along
observing the oddities
and dodging others
in the confined
spaces

I came upon
a large old table
probably 8 feet in length
and 4 feet wide
with high sides
of maybe
a foot
surrounding
the horizontal
surface

it was
half filled
with sand
and various objects
of wood and stone
all pressed together
in a large pattern
that made
no sense
to me

I picked up
a piece of wood
well stained and varnished
and on all sides
previously not visible
letters and numbers
engraved crudely
upon them
and small items
paper
ribbon
and colored thread
tacked
to the surfaces

I could not
understand
how it could have
fit so flush
previously
to the abutted surface
with all those accessories
attached
to the sides

I began
to lift and turn about
other objects
embedded
in the sand
to see much
of the same

the writings
were people's names
dates
small bits of poetry
and other
indecipherable
carved characters

the
ribbons
and threads
would stick
to my sleeves
statically glued
and difficult
to detach

the stones
would come apart
and crystals
of beautiful colors
and sparkling surfaces
would be exposed

I was
transfixed
with the variety
of textures
and hues

people
continued
to stroll by
appraising my efforts
then moving on
to view
other offerings

"you will
have to put
everything back
to the original shape
now

we
are closing
soon"

said
an old woman
dressed in some
period piece
of thick patterned material
much lace
and high collar

I hastily
attempted
to set the puzzle
right again
but was frustrated
by my flurried actions
no two surfaces
now matching
for connection

the more
that I tried
the more pieces
came into
play

"hey"

my dad
said
standing beside me
observing
my frenzy

"let's go"

he was younger
than I ever
remember seeing him
except from some
old black and white
photos
taken before
I was born

he was
much younger
than I am
now

I felt
guilty
leaving the project
behind
but he led me
outside
to a massive
wooden porch
and we walked
down the steps
to a wooded lane
leading to
the city street

then
we were strolling
on a sidewalk
downtown
in some small
Midwestern city
that I did not
recognize
other than
region

the cars
both moving
and parked
appeared to be
from the 40's
or 50's

"it's
a nice
day"

my father
said

darkness
dropped
about us

I then
awoke
groggily grateful
that it was just
Saturday morning
and not
1952