Found in My Basement: #1


standing on the shores of time

I gaze

at countless stars about me spread

and hear

the gentle laugh of silent bells

a puzzling child

            am I

confronted by

the mysteries of life

in all its glory


the time that holds

mem’ries and hopes

now expands to take it all


questions often

answers seldom

this child wonders


why do icicles sound that way

when their tears on water fall

why does the stream then laugh

can stars still shine

when the sun is bright


misty windows seldom clear

but a glimpse is often enough

to set the soul to flight

to give the heart a song


this soul flies


this heart sings


The title reflects finding it in my basement

after several years while packing to move.

If you are interested in the development of a

poem here are links to earlier drafts:

First Draft

Second Draft