What is it and what could it be?
In the final drawer
On the morning of the clearance
Long undisturbed by mysteries
Hovering over soapboxes and items rearranged
A few now discovered things
All solid and haphazard
Like fingers pointing towards crevices
Away from discovery
Shaped and separate objects
With undisclosed stories
Looking for repurpose or conversation
Maybe even the happiest connection
Beauty – whatever that means.
© Steve O’Connor.