Where the simple style of a soft hour
shines, glistening sterling
brightly enough to attract
this -- the hand of a child,
the interest of a man my age,
an open connection on the telephone.
It all means something
but what?
If ever there is solace to be saved
we require a repository. This spot to
keep it safe.
When Maria returns she will wonder
what has become of it, beginning
her search in the cedar-lined drawers
of her family chest.
Still it will always lead here
awaiting an explanation and
the science of it all always
wrapped in gnostic symbols
with a crest of formed wax.