Dogs 2010

TOP SHELF
(3/2/10)


I have
a place
in my mind
far
from the
hurrying hoard

it is like
the very back
of the highest
horizontal surface
in a seldom used
closet

not visible
without flashlight
stepstool
and handheld
mirror

the floor
is cluttered
with forgotten clothing
worn and cast off
along with whatever
their assumed
personalities

the lower
shelves
support only
the most obvious
historical references
of family
education
employment
and recorded
dubious activity

higher up
the light wanes
with the clarity
fuzzy forms
and shifting shapes
hint at mystery
or at least
impropriety

most people
lose interest
at those levels
above the door frame
least illuminated
and most impervious
to inspection

I live
in those lofty
recesses
comfortable
in the remote darkness
alone expect
for wild ideas
and twisted
perceptions

at times
I hear rustlings
apparently
not of my
own making

I assume
echoes
but peer instinctively
into the black space
just in case
another voice
calls
from the void