An Ode to the Drawer
Oh wrench away from world, oh do
Bring close the head, Word- it’s keypad
There’s loads of work to do
Study the table bare and lonesome
Cleaned free of dusty thoughts
A single one lurks behind the modem
That won’t do, won’t give, won’t take, Ha!
All business of ideas fall flat on surface
Oh where, oh where is my moment of ‘Aha’?
The knobs wobble when you open or close
We keep clean in our home
Even if some nuts are on loose.
The teak brown sheen’s of fresh varnish
A white ear of paper peeks out of turn. Out!
With it! How thoughtlessly you all vanish!
Drawn by the drawer, I pull it to me. Whee!
Like errant children hiding behind others back
They seek, implore sweet release of me.
Oh what mayhem Pandora kept!
Let it trickle slow, some now
My little chamber of secrets.