Poem For Then, Now. Hopefully Tomorrow.

then

years are full.

we, too, become so.

beneath nature's 

facade

and those structured,

we gather one another

as bundles hidden

in attics; 

under socks

in drawers; 

at bottoms of closets;

in open fields of 

now; 

reminiscing.

Poem © 2013 Rick Burnett Baker