Ode to the Closet

Though at first glance it’s just a mess,
An overflowing maw of this and that
And socks and old clothes thrown haphazardly
Atop the shelves,
Books from a childhood not so long gone
Scattered remains of projects almost forgotten;
All held within it,
All kept safe inside its doors of wine barrel red.

Though unkempt, and the top shelves left for years
This collection of memories keeps the hearts
Old desires and new dresses without prejudice
Or separation.
Dirty clothes on the floor
Clean ones on the rack,
Pens and pencils third shelf on the right;
Well used though not so well utilized,
A masterpiece of collaboration,
Combination, and permutation.