To Goodwill tonight
For a kid’s Christmas sweater and
just to get out of the house
And be together and breathe a little better
In a big space filled with clothes and books,
Toys, lamps, skis, pots and pans,
Everything so beautifully worn,
Full of life,
And calling to me.
S.B. and Oogie found a tiny, warm vest
Covered in cheetah print.
A pair of pink leggings.
Little Man found a hockey stick,
A plastic dagger, a stuffed horse.
I found a NITE STAND for $9.99
That I’m sure was hers—
The elderly lady I sensed in House Wares—
That led me away
From a $4 yellow pressure cooker,
Past an end cap of coffee mugs and
To the wooden, 1940-something charmer
With dark finish, smooth round edges,
And a drawer lined with yellow, flowery wall paper.
Something like this—
Just an object saved from a thrift store—
Or holds secrets that draw us in.
These items somehow have always been ours.
In basements and attics and behind garage doors.
And as soon as we see them, we know it,
Feel reconnected, and we take them home.
To sit, not by my bed, as it did for her so many years ago—
Holding her Bible, her rings, her hairpins and teeth—
But to sit by the couch I come to at night
So my vodka tonic is not far from reach
And I can unwind,
Relax, and revel in the rest that arrives
After another long day of wonder and worry and making ends meet.