A waterman pen
And a letter to myself from the former me.
A love poem to a girl I knew a while back.
A garden full of Barberton daisies
A little diary from years ago,
Grafting through the pages in caution.
A box full of Danish Cookies
A pastry with egg and bacon inside
And an unopened wine bottle
In the middle of my small garden
Nostalgia brimming through
Anatomical devices and a handkerchief keeping track
Of the little joys, small mercies,
Accidents and watersheds that run
On the mental screen
Of my own history channel