just to let you know.

this dresser used to rest
near the entryway of our
farm house where we lived
in the country. yellow backed
up against yellow walls that
nancy faux painted as a wedding
gift to us. this dresser was packed
with your records that hung
too heavy and snapped off the
bottom shelf then rested
there on the ground for months
because we were too busy fighting
to attend. also there was the record
player that we hardly used
and a thick buttery stack of
national geographics you did not
want to part with and in the end
tossed away. the pull drawers at
the top housed a mishmash
of rotating non-necessities. cd's,
a box of chicken feathers, keys that
unlocked nothing, fried batteries,
cassette tapes, and sand timers to
encourage our daughter to
dress herself. sometimes a stashed
away paci. it stayed strong while
we fell apart. yellow and true.
it hovered still and empty for months
trying not be be noticed while our
confusion ensued. when we sold
the farm that was our dream not any
longer i donated it to the dojo.
now it would rest against burnt red
walls. yeasterday i saw something
magic. it has become a house for holy
things! holy of holies!
votives, ceremonial cloths, tiny vases
then boxes of kleenex and matches.
sacred images stand atop it.
it is now out of our hands.
i thought you might like to know
something cleansing and lovely has
come of that pain.